The roar of the chainsaw filled the room as The Tourist, swung it in to one undead pony after the other. He had been in the room for roughly eight minutes and it still wasn't clear. It felt like an endless onslaught of the undead was just being thrown at him. Once finished with one pony, he spun around and his chainsaw caught another one under the jaw. As he began to push the chainsaw further in to the pony's head, he heard another one come up on his right. As he kept one of his hand on the Chainsaw's trigger, he reached down to his hip and pulled out his 9mm and quickly fired it in to the pony's head before continuing to cut in to the other one.

The Tourist, was practically covered head to toe in blood. His hair was a mess and sweat dripped down his face. He stepped back from the ponies for a moment to see how much progress he had made. To his surprise there where very few of them left inside the room. With no hesitation he rushed back towards them and immediately carved in to the closet pony's head.

"What do you mean your leaving?" Applejack, said in a distasteful tone.

"I mean, I'm taking Spoiled here and my daughter and we are leaving this place." Filthy Rich, said.

"Why are you doing that?"

"You really don't get it? It's The Tourist, I don't trust it."

"It? IT!" Applejack, yelled. "He has helped us more than you ever have!"

"I don't have to listen to this. We're leaving," Filthy Rich grabs Spoiled Rich and drags her away. "Come along Tiara."

Dimond Tiara, did not move. She remained firmly planted next to Scootaloo, Sweetie Bell and Applebloom.

"I said come along Tiara!" Filthy yells. Dimond Tiara, shook her head and stepped closer to the other three foals. "Fine if you want to stay here with that thing and die, so be it!"

With those final words in Filthy, troted out and draged Spoiled, with him. Spoiled, struggled in his grasp not wanting to leave her daughter. But every time she was about to break free, Filthy, pulled her back. Applejack, watched them leave. She felt guilty about it but there wasn't much she could do to stop them. She had a sinking feeling in her gut, like something bad was going to happen.

Eleven minutes had passed since The Tourist had entered the room, the ponies had simply sat there and listened to the sound of the chainsaw in the other room. Eventually the sound stopped and three distinct knocks came from the door. Applejack, got up and approached the door. She slowly opened it and looked up to see The Tourist, covered in blood. She gasped and stepped back letting The Tourist, out. The Tourist stepped out of the room, his chainsaw hung limply in his hand.

"I wouldn't recommend letting the kids go in there, better yet I wouldn't recommend anyone goes in there, cause it smells god awful and looks worse." The Tourist said as he pointed at the door way with his free hand.

The ponies looked at him with what was a mixture of disgust and horror. Never before had they seen someone covered in so much blood.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting to long." The Tourist said.

"Not at all." Applejack said. She tried to peek around the Tourist to see in to the room, upon seeing the dismembered bodies she wished she hadn't. She practically turned green and looked at away.

"I did say it looked bad."

"Yeah, you weren't kidding."

The Tourist walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, he let out a sigh and slumped back. He sat in silence for a while looking at the ponies around him. He noticed something was off, there was two ponies missing.

"Where are the Riches?" The Tourist asked.

"They both left, I'm not sure where they could have gone." Mrs Cake said.

The Tourist let out a sigh before getting up and making his way towards the exit.

"Whoah, whoah, whoah. Where do you think your goin?" Applejack said. Her eyes where fixed on the Tourist.

"I'm going out after them." He simply stated.

"No your not. You just got out of that room. You need to rest."

"No time for rest. I gotta find those two before they end up dead."

The Tourist stepped out the door before looking back.

"You wouldn't happen to know where they might have gone?"

"It's possible they went to the Stable." Mrs Cake said. "It's a new club that Filthy Rich had invested alot of bits in to. It's only a few blocks away from here"

"Thanks for the tip, I'll check it out." The Tourist said before looking out at the rest of the ponies. "All of you stay here. I shouldn't be long."

With those final words he closed the door.

The Tourist walked down the streets of ponyville, trying to find this club. He had been walking for roughly five to ten minutes. He took this time to think his course of action on what he would do once finding Spoiled and Filthy.

He'd probably force them back to the train station. As he continued something came in to earshot. It sounded like music, loud music at that. He quickened his pace and made a sharp left turn down another street.

After a few seconds the club came in to view. A large sighn that read "The Stable" was lit up in a bright neon blue. The Tourist could hear the music coming from inside the club. Looking at the entrance he saw a large number of undead ponies stumbling through the open doors.

The Tourist took off his bad and began to look through it. He pulled out his knife and his sawed off double barrel shotgun. Just before he closed his bag his bolted up gloves caught his attention. He reached in and pulled them out. He look at his bandaged up hands and them back to the gloves.

"Screw it." He said before putting them on. He let out a hiss of pain as the bandages were rubbed against the cuts on his hands. After a large amount of discomfort and some adjusting the gloves where on. He finally put his 9mm pistol and his cleaver in to his bag before returning it to his back.

"Alright, let's do this."

He rushed towards the open doors of the club and pushed past the the ponies. Most of them hadn't seen him coming and hadn't noticed him. As soon as he passed them and entered the building they all took notice. He didn't stay to close to the doors to fight them.

The music was even louder inside the club which brought more and more of the dead to the doors. The Tourist looked back for but a moment and saw all the ponies making their way towards him. He heard a snarl and he looked back to in front of him. He had but a few seconds to raise his knife and plunge it in to the pony's head. He quickly pulled the knife from the ponies head and raised his shotgun with his free hand and fired one shot at another pony and then firing the second shot at another one. He quickly flicked the the barrels down and loaded another two shells in before flicking it back up.

He pressed forward deeper in to the club, more ponies stepped out of the darkness at him and he swiftly put them down with his knife. The Tourist stepped over the bodies of the ponies and marched forward. A sudden scream directed his attention to nearby staircase, he quickly ran over to it and rushed up them.

It didn't take long for him to locate the Riches, they were both holding a door closed. The Tourist began to move towards them when the first hinge on the door snapped. Immediately Filthy Rich ran from the door and not long after the second hinge snapped. The door fell forward on top of Spoiled and she let out a scream. Undead ponies emerged out the door and fell over trying to get at Spoiled.

She looked at her husband and screamed for help. But he did not, rather he turned tail and ran to save his own skin. The Tourist sprang in to action and began to stab each of the ponies in the head.

A large undead stallion's mouth drew closer and closer to Spoiled's face. Its jaws snapping, trying to bite at her flesh. Just as it was about to get her the sudden tip of a blade came through the top of the stallion's head and it stopped moving.

She let out a squeal at the sudden appearance of the blade and the faint trickle of blood on her face. The blade was pulled back out and the stallion's lifeless body was thrown to the side. Spoiled looked up and saw the Tourist standing above her. He holstered the knife on his right hip before lifting the door off of Spoiled.

She immediately sat up and hugged the Tourist. This caught him off guard, not expecting this kind of response.

"Thank you." She said in a hushed voice. The Tourist was about to respond when a pained scream was heard, the Tourist could already guessed who it belonged to.

He gently pushed spoiled off of him and made his way in the direction filthy went. It did take long to find the stallion slumped against a wall. Next to him was a dead pony with caved in head and a bloodied candle stick next to it. Filthy was breathing heavily, his right hind leg was a mangled mess with massive bite marks all over it.

He finally took note of the Tourist looking at him and spoke.

"T-Tourist, you gotta... you gotta help me." He stammered out. The Tourist simply stared him down. This stallion was willing to have left his wife to die, the person he was supposed to love. But no he decided to run away like a coward. Besides, there was no helping him with that messed up leg.

The Tourist upholstered the sawed off shotgun from his left hip and pointed it at Filthy. His eyes widened and tried to speak.

"Wait, wait Tourist! What are you doing? You don't need tha-"

He was promptly cut off with a loud bang from the weapon. Immediately half of Filthy's face was ripped apart by the spray of pellets. He slumped over and the Tourist lowered his gun.

Author's Note

Welcome back. Sorry its been a while since I last wrote. Been kind of busy as per usual.