The Trotting Dead: Saints And Sinners

The group walked through the town, checking every corner and ally way for any threats. Any undead pony they found the Tourist would swiftly dispatch with a stab or silenced gun shot to the head.

It had only been five hours since Silver Spoon's death and it showed a heavy weight on the group. Not all of them liked the filly but her sudden demise had greatly impacted the way they viewed this world.

The Tourist was oddly intrigued by the world around him. It was extremely vibrant, as if it was from a cartoon. The Tourist found this very welcoming and a good change of pace from the dull streets of New Orleans. But he knew it wouldn't last, he knew that soon this world would change to be as dull has his home. This place was something special but it would be impossible to preserve it with the world going to shit. It was obvious that this world was still in the early stages of the virus. But that would change quickly, as more of these ponies would die.

He looked back at the group following him, they all had their heads hung down low, except for one. Spoiled Rich, she was looking at him with those eyes that wanted to know more about him. Her husband Filthy Rich, had made sure they had no interactions. He didn't let her get close, didn't let her speak to the Tourist, even during their introduction he spoke for her. This pissed off the Tourist slightly but he understood that he was a violent stranger to these ponies.

The Tourist turned away from the group and his eyes locked on to another undead pony. It saw him and began to move very slowly towards him. He unsheathed the 4th and Pain before getting close to the pony. It lunged at him and he brought the makeshift cleaver across the pony's head, logging it in the side of their skull. He pulled it out with a sickening squelch and kept walking, he looked back for but a moment. He could see the group look at the corpse in slight disgust as the blood oozed from the massive gash in the pony's head.

"I think we're here." The Tourist called out as the group stopped in front of a building. A sign next to it read "Ponyville Train Station". Yep this was definitely it.

"Yeah this is it," Applejack said. She made her way to the front of the group and next to the Tourist. "Now what?"

"Well I say we look for supplies and a way in to the main office." The Tourist suggested.

"Agreed."

The group split up and began to walk around the station, looking for anything useful. The Tourist noticed a small room which no one had been in yet. A sign next to it said "Storage Cupboard". There had to be something in there worth taking. He walked up to the door and turned on his flash light before opening the door. Immediately the smell of rotting flesh hit his nose. It was something he had mostly gotten used to but what was ever festering in here had been in there for quite a while.

Something pushed against the door on the other side forcing it further open, the Tourist let go of the handle and walked backwards, letting what ever it was come out. The door swung open and an extremely thin and pale stallion acme out. The Tourist noticed they had a key logged in to what would be their wrist. The Tourist presumed that they had cut open their wrists with the key. The stallion struggled to walk, occasionally stumbling. It's eyes were on the Tourist, it let off a low gurgling growl and got closer. The Tourist took out his cleaver and struck the stallions neck. Their head was removed from the rest of their body and it hit the ground. The Tourist walked over to the stallions head and saw that the mouth was still moving. The Tourist brought his foot down on the stallions decapitated head, breaking their skull open.

"Got to be the brain."

The Tourist knelt down and grabbed the key in the Stallion's wrist. It took a few tries to remove it but with a hard yank the key was removed.

Applejack tugged and pushed on a door trying to get it open.

"Your never going to get it open, it needs a key" Filthy Rich said.

"Oh shut and let me try." Applejack shot back. She continued to try and force the door open but it didn't budge. She slammed her hooves against the door in defeat.

"Damn it." She said before trotting over to a nearby bench were Mrs. Cakes and the fillies where sitting. She put her hooves to her face and sighed. Never did she think her life would turn out like this. At that moment the Tourist walked in and immediately noticed Applejack's attitude.

"What's up with you?" The Tourist asked.

"That door needs a key which we don't have." Applejack mumbled out.

"Well todays our lucky day, cause I just found a key that I bet opens that door."

"Really?"

"Really."

The Tourist held up the key for Applejack to see. A grin split her face before she got up and made her way towards the door. The Tourist followed and stood next to the door with her. The slid the key in to the lock, it fit perfectly. he turned they key and an audible click sounded out. They both opened the door eager to see what lay inside. When they looked in they saw that the room was filled to the brim with the dead. They slammed the door shut and backed away from it. The undead ponies on the other side growled and screamed as they tried to get out.

"For Celestia's sake, why can't anything good happen here!" Applejack yelled.

"Before you get all pissy Apples, I have an idea." The Tourist said.

Oh yeah, what could that-" Applejack's jaw dropped when she looked back at the Tourist. He had pulled a very large and strange contraption off of his back. "What the hay is that?"

"Oh this? This is a chainsaw. Perfect for clearing that room." He said as he held the weapon up by it's two handles.

"Know this idea?"

"Well I'm going to need you to open that door and shut it behind me."

"Wait, What! Your going in there?"

"Yep. No lets get to it we don't have all day."

The Tourist walked over to the door and Applejack followed. He pulled the ripcord on the chainsaw and it's engine started to hum. He turned to Applejack and nodded. She grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. The Tourist kicked the undead ponies back and entered the room. He pulled the large trigger on the chainsaw and a loud roar emitted from it. Applejack closed the door just before she could see the carnage unfold.

The group sat in stunned silence as they listened to the sounds of the undead screaming, the chainsaw's roar and the juicy sounds that came from the room.