Author's Note

This is my first Fanfic so please all I ask is for some emphaty and is inspired by zombiehunter4579's Dead Rising: Pony Psychos.
This story take place in Season 2 of MLP, some changes and subtitutes will be done to the game's original story like rooms, survivors and more. I am sorry for my grammar errors and if the story seems to advance slow, further changes will be more noticeable as the story advance. I am busy with some school work so updates can take long, all I ask is for your patience and comprension, thank you.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own MLP:FiM or Dead Rising, they are own by Hasbro and CAPCOM, please enjoy.

Prologue

Prologue.

Equestria, a magical land full of magical and mysterious creatures, but the ones that domain this land were the ponies, they came in three species, first is the earth ponies, strong and resistance capable to do physical work, next there are the pegasus, ponies with wings capable to stand and control the clouds, they are responsible for the management of the weather and last there is the unicorns, capable to use magic and cast spells but there is a rare fourth species called alicorn, the mix of all three and the current ruler of this land, Celestia Princess of the Sun, Luna Princess of the Moon and the sister of Celestia, and Cadence Princess of Love.

But now in Equestria after Celestia’s student and the carriers of the Elements of Harmony fight against a draconequus called Discord Lord of Chaos who bends and modified the space and time from a little village called Ponyville. The Elements win over him, transforming the twisted creature into a statue, everything went back to normality but after some days a few unusual events started to happen, from overgrowth plants and animals to portals appearing from thin air. The cause of all this unnatural behavior was Discord’s residual chaotic magic by which the princess, the elements of harmony and others ponies were taking the task to clean and dispose of the areas affected by Discord’s chaos. The pace of occurrence starts at a slow pace to later become something from every weekend (nobody knows why weekends) and when they occur, ponies are at risk of getting injured or sucked up by the vortex, this caused a long list of missing ponies and a quiet and worried Equestria.

September 19, 11:27 am, 2006.

The story begins in another world with a helicopter flying over a terrain fill with green hills, in the aircraft are two men, the pilot who wore a orange headset to talk to the passenger, black shirt with a khakis vest, blue pants, black shoes and black aviator sunglasses and the passenger who also wore a orange headset, white button shirt under a black leather jacket, green pants and brown shoes. While the ride was going on, the passenger was taking some photos of the landscape with his Nikon D100, after a couple of minutes the pilot decided to break the silence.

“Say, buddy…” the pilot said “you mention somethin’ about research for a story.”

“That’s right.” the passenger replied while looking at the surroundings. “I got a tip that something big is happening.”

“In a nowhere town like that?” the pilot asked while the passenger moved close to the pilot. “They sure didn’t mention anything about it on TV.”

“Yeah, well I’m freelance pal,” the passenger responded. “I don’t make my living waiting for the TV to tell me what to cover.”

The pilot laughed and the passenger took his seat.

Later the pilot announced to the freelance reporter about the proximity of their destination.

“Here she is!” he said while the passenger stuck out his head from the side of the helicopter to have a clear sight. “Willamette, Colorado. Population: 53,594, Distinguishing Characteristic: Jack shit! Hahaha! About the only thing to do in this town is kill time at the shopping mall.”

The reporter took out his camera to have a close up of what is on the bridge while taking a shot at the process, he had spotted some military forces making a barricade over the bridge.

The pilot looks where he was looking and immediately identifies the unit. “What was that? The army?”

“Looks like taking the helicopter was the way to go. I bet all the roads are blocked off by now.” the reporter said while getting close to the pilot. “Alright listen… I wanna get shots of the whole town before the National Guards finishes roping it off.” the pilot nods. “Take me over the main street.”
The pilot flew over the mainstreet while the reporter used his camera to take photos of everything that could give him a hint of what was happening, for his luck he found it but he didn’t like it.

His first sign was a pair of people in a corner of the steer surrounding what it looks like a body, the next clue was more clear, he zoom his lens to see a person with aqua blue shirt struggling with other persons to get on a car’s roof while fighting and making hand signals to the helicopter that the passenger was riding, but the group of people pulled the blue man over the street and kill him, What the hell is happening. Frank thought while feeling his guts moving for the gory scene.

After that more people were roaming the streets with cars in the middle of the road or crash between them or in the buildings, a group of people were surrounding a school bus for some reason, but later when the pilot hover next to a gas station, the structure instantly explode making the store burn fiercely “HOLY SHIT!” the pilot shouted while he flew away from the destroyed store.

In the distance the reporter saw something on the roof of a building so he asked the pilot to fly close to it, he witnessed how a woman was trying to escape and fight her attackers, only to fail and fall from the roof to her death with one of them holding her. What the fuck is happening to these people to act like that? Frank thought.

After that incident the reporter order to the pilot to fly them to the center of the town, further in their way the reporter notice some movement between the streets and the build going at the same destination as them, he try to have a better view of it but the number of trees and building have increase that they block his view, the reporter only could see different kinds of movement and some color spots by the little gap of sight that was allowed, Were those some kind of animals? Is there a zoo close from here? Maybe they are some group of people running away from the chaos that is happening in the border, those bright colors could not belong to any animal, at least the ones I know. Frank thought.

With no further details the reporter continued to look over the town trying to spot something that can lead him to the story behind this incident.

The reporter saw a mall whose entrance was surrounded by the revolters, when he was scanning the mall, on the roof he spotted an helipad where he could land and start his cover.

“Hey! Can you get me on the roof of that mall?” the reporter asked while pointing.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me!” the pilot replied upset as if the passenger has a proposed something stupid. “UGH. Man, you are nuts.” he replied doing what he was asked.

The reporter checked his box with his equipment to see if everything is prepared. “Alright, listen.” he said to the pilot while closing the box. “Don’t forget to come back for me!”

“As long as you’re not dead, Fred” the pilot said sarcastically.

“It’s Frank… Frank West,” the reporter answers him. “Remember that name, cause the whole world’s gonna know it in three days… when I get the scoop.”

“Alright. WHOA!” the pilot answer but at the same time a black Pave Hawk helicopter appear in front of them, blocking their way forcing the pilot to make a sharp turn causing Frank to hold tight in his seat and his equipment to slide on the floor of the helicopter and fall outside, later two more black helicopters came to escort them out of the town.

“Get us back to that rooftop!” Frank ordered the pilot and took off his headsets.

The pilot made another turn in the direction of the helipad. “I know I’m gonna get my butt chewed out of this one.” he said to himself, the pilot was now flying over the helipad by a couple of meters while Frank prepared to jump off. “We’re goin’ down.”

“WOOOO HOOOO!” Frank screams while jumping off the helicopter to Willamette mall’s roof, landing and rolling to reduce the impact of the fall, camera safe in his right hand.

After the fall Frank stood up, the adrenaline that he felt from the jump was fading, the pain thankfully wasn’t strong, he watched how the military helicopters went after the one he traveled on while shaking off the dust from his leather jacket.

“Hello, there,” someone said, capturing Frank’s attention. “You’re the reporter, aren't you?” Frank sees who is speaking to him, is a man in his first thirties, height 5’8”, for his way of speaking and tone of skin he could be spanish but his long hair make him look like Native American, his clothing consist in a long sleeve white button shirt with a pair of red and yellow like butterflies in the style of native drawings in each side of his chest and a big one in his back, white belt with black pants, black shoes and a round silver locket hanging in his neck.

“You came alone?” the man continued speaking, resting his back next to the entrance of the roof.

“Yeah… I’m freelance,” Frank answered. “You know… Go to the battlefield alone… No crew.” Frank changed the subject while looking around. “So, uh… What’s goin’ on around here anyways?”

“You came by helicopter, didn’t you?” the man asked while walking toward Frank “What did you see from the sky?”

Frank stepped back a little and answered. “Well… If it were just a riot, I doubt the military would quarantine the entire area. The moratorium on information getting out is a little… extreme, in my opinion.”

The man walks to the right while Frank turns to him continuing with his explanation.
“There’s a… something else I can’t put my finger on.” the man stops and Frank concludes with his theory. “It doesn’t sound like civil disobedience. It’s too quiet.”

The man chuckles a little and turns to face Frank. “Almost as if… everyone is already dead?” he said with a dark tone.

“Yeah… “ Frank was feeling uneasy about that statement so he tried to be more direct. “So why don’t you just tell me already. What is going on?”

The man looked away for a moment then to Frank and said. “I think you’d better see for yourself… This, my friend.” He moved close to Frank, stared into his eyes and said “Is hell.”

The man returned to rest his back next to the roof entrance’s wall while Frank was processing the warning that he gave him, he was thinking the worst of the scenarios that could happen compared with what had happened earlier, but still he was determined to get this story covered no matter what obstacles where in his way, no matter what more disasters could occur. Man, why does every story have to begin by being so complicated? Frank thought, if only he knew this story was going to be like no other.