Surviving Equestria's Queen

The harsh, ugly florescent lights beamed down onto Flash’s face, leaving him sweating despite the dark, dank humid cold of the dungeon around him. The metal chair under his butt squeaked as he reflexively jumped back from the sergeant slamming his hoof onto the wooden table in front of them. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you, Sentry?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Sergeant,” Flash said flatly.

“You transferred here from The Crystal Empire!” Sergeant Crescent Hammer got up on both forehooves now, leering at him from the table. “You had a cushy position under the Princess of Love. Why would you ever leave there for Canterlot?”

“Because I was tired of the cold, Sergeant,” Flash answered. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “If you’re going to accuse me of being involved with these zombies--”

“SO YOU ADMIT IT!” Sgt. Hammer slammed his hooves down again, splintering the table. “You’re the one who created them! You’re controlling them with your freaky mind powers.”

“Sergeant…” Flash sighed. “I’d rather be on the front lines trying to defend people right about now, if you don’t mind, and not wasting my time here.”

“MIND POWERS!” Crescent Hammer made circles with his hooves over his temples, his body movements frantic and rushed, his mouth beginning to foam. “Y-you’re the one who… who wants to kill civilians… to DRIVE US ALL TO DEATH! More soldiers for your zombie horde! More… more… guuuh…”

Flash did roll his eyes then, and got up from the chair, moving over to switch the main lights on so he could see. The stench of rot emitted from a wound on the Sergeant’s lower hind leg, and the look in his eyes was becoming feral. “Sergeant, I’ve done nothing wrong. You got bit, didn’t you?”

“Not the point! NOT THE POINT!” Crescent Hammer let out a screech, his eyes dimming, his flesh beginning to turn a shade of green. “I won’t… you can’t… you won’t… hungry… so hungry… brains…BRAINS!”

As the zombified Crescent Hammer lurched towards him, Flash deftly picked up a halberd and with a single swing decapitated the zombie, leaving its body where it fell. “Okay. That’s enough of that crap.”

Approaching the door, he swung it open, and sunlight streamed in, warm and bright.

As did several zombies.

“Nnnnghhh…”

“Braiiiins…”

“Hungrrrryyyyyy…”

Another sigh escaped his lips. “Fine. Guess I’ll do this the hard way.”

His halberd swung and sang, and heads rolled swiftly with every strike.