Walking Dead:Ponies

The day started slow, as always, and Storm and Bolt were outside. Noticing that every other pony was as well. They seemed to be fighting over something or at least fightnig eachother. Storm jumped up and looked around panicked. The crowding was too much for Bolt, so he jumped up too.

    "See that?" Storm asked. "What is it?" He pointed his hoof twards a beat-up pony who was bleeding. It's eyes were a blank white color, and it was moving slowly, weakly.

      Bolt jumped. "What the..."

A loud noise blew through the air, splitting Storm's ears. It was the siren. Celestia had only mentioned it once. She said that it was "Only for emergencies." The pony on the ground suddenly jumped up and and tackled a blue pony below, tearing it's flesh out of the pony's neck. A loud scream of pain was heard, and the bitten pony dropped to the ground.

     "DID YOU SEE THAT!?!?" Bolt yelled. His eyes widened. " IT JUST KILLED A PONY!"

Storm just nodded. "Lets get out of here, NOW!" Storm took off twards his house and Bolt followed. Bolt looked below and saw fire and explosions. He saw ponies jumping on others, and rip them apart. He noticed that when the pony fell, a couple minutes later, it would get up and become one of the others. Like a virus. An epidemic.

       Bolt and Storm reached the house, and Storm burst through the door. Nopony. Storm sighed in relief, and spoke. "What just happened."

      Bolt was still creeped out, and so was Storm. "I don't know..." Bolt said. "But we're not going to get any sleep tonight..."

   And with that, the sun set. Screams booming in the air outside. The day was over.