The Tourist flung the doors of the building open and stepped out in to the sunlight. He stopped for but a moment to look around at his surroundings. He was standing in what appeared to be a small town. The other buildings had thatch roofs and long wooden beams holding them together. It reminded him of old victoriana housing, except more colourful.

But the only thing keeping it from being completely peaceful was the fact alot of the buildings were damaged and that he could still hear children screaming. He followed the sound of the screams, he turned a corner and saw something he was not prepared for. A very large number of very colourful horses? No they were to small to be horses, ponies yes that was it ponies. He looked at them in utter confusion, trying to figure out if he was dreaming or not. He saw that they were all banging on the door to a decently large building. A sighn next to it reading Ponyville Schoolhouse. He had definitely not expected this. The large amount of equines on the outside banged on the door making incoherent sounds.

They sounded like Walkers. But he had never seen the infection effect an animal before. The Tourist grabbed his bag of his back and took out his AR. He let out one loud whistle to get the equines to notice him. They all turned around and looked at him with cloudy eyes and ripped up mouths. What struck the Tourist the most was their proportions. Large head with large eyes. It was strange, he might have even called them cute if it wasn't for their undead behaviour.

The equines began to move towards the Tourist and he opened fire in return. The ponies larger heads made it easier for the Tourist to take then down. He emptied his mag on to the group, killing most of them. He holstered his AR back on his bag and pulled his axe off his shoulder, ready to kill the few stragglers.

With a few clean swings he dispatched the undead ponies. He noticed the screaming had stopped and he looked around wondering if he was to late. He looked towards the schoolhouse and saw the front door was slightly open. He saw three distinct eyes looking out at him. When he turned towards the door it was quickly shut.

"It just killed all of them now its coming to kill us." A squeaky voice said from behind the doors.

"Quickly Applejack, help us hold the door shut." Another voice said. This one was noticeably older. He walked towards the door and looked at the ponies he just put down. He took note that some had horns, others had wings and some had neither. This was a little strange but for all the Tourist knew this was the afterlife and after he had fallen through that floor Walkers may have eaten him.

But for now he accepted this as reality. The Tourist has seen alot of shit, a guy wielding an axe in a bomb suit, a military bunker be opened and participating in the in the raid on the Tower's home. So seeing multi coloured ponies with wings and horns didn't concern him to much.

He walked up to the door and gently knocked on it. He heard hushed whispers of what sounded like five children, four women and one man. Suddenly the door slowly opened and a ponie with a bright pink mane and purplish coat looked out at him.

"Umm, hello... you look very, very concerned." The Tourist said.

"Y-yeah... I guess you could say that after I watched you kill those things." The ponies stuttered out. She was definitely female due to her voice.

"So, may I come in, or are you going to leave me put here with a bunch of corpses?" The Tourist half joked.

"Oh, right. Yes you may come in, just don't hurt any pony." The mare said before opening the door.

The Tourist took note of her strange choice of words as he walked in. Looking around he saw a decently large group of ponies all ranging in ages. One in particular was standing her ground in front of three fillies. She wore a large stetson hat and had an orange coloured coat. He looked to his right to see two other fillies looking at him, one was pink and the other was grey. He noticed the grey one had a bloodied bandage around her right hind leg. This quickly raised suspicion for the Tourist.

As he looked around more he saw a blue pony with a swirly pink mane. She was looking out the window in horror and concern. The Tourist's eyes finally lay on two final ponies. A stallion and another mare. The stallion was tan with a black mane and the mare was an odd shade of pink with a purple mane. He assumed they were a couple since they were so close together.

"So I'm assuming the world has gone to shit here as well?" The Tourist asked.

"Yes very, much so. And what do you mean as well." The pony he spoke to at the door asked.

"Well because this doesn't look anything like my home. So I'm assuming this is another world, but that's just a guess." The Tourist said.

Before the mare could say anything the mare at the window spoke up.

"W-where is he? Where is my husband?" She said.

"What does he look like?" The Tourist asked.

"He's yellow with an orange mane." She said.

A twinge of guilt went through the Tourist body, knowing fine well who she was talking about.

"Miss, I am so sorry. But I split his head open with an axe just outside." The Tourist admitted.

The mare turned to him and he saw her eyes fill with tears before she broke down. The Tourist looked at the other ponies who all looked at him with disgust. Expect for one. The mare who was with the stallion. She looked at him in curiosity and wonder.

"Well... I think introductions are in order. I am the Tourist." Said the Tourist.

"Are ya seriously trying to move on the conversation right after you admitted to splitting Mr Cakes, head open?" Said the orange pony.

"Well yes, because there is nothing we can do about it now." Said the Tourist bluntly.

"What does that mean?" Said the orange pony.

"It means once you turn in to one of those things, there is no coming back from it. You are forever changed!" The Tourist explained in a frustrated tone.

The room went silent, the orange pony's eyes turned to the floor. The Tourist stood there, looking at the group.

"Applejack... my names Applejack." Said the orange mare.

"I guess it's nice to meet you." The Tourist said Simply.

Author's Note

Finally! I'm back from another break. I'm sorry for those who waited for my return.