Surviving Equestria's Queen

As Flash sliced off the head of three zombies in a row, he watched several ponies wearing oddly-shaped packs walk past the barrier wall. “Where are you going?!”

“Queen Twilight wants us to scavenge -- aaaaah!”

The pony who spoke, a mauve earth pony with chartreuse hair, shrieked as one of the zombies threw itself onto her, only for Flash to intervene and stab it through the gut with his halberd, tossing it aside into the face of another zombie to spare a second scavenger. “Why? There’s no need for it.”

The scavenger gulped, shaking spatters of zombie guts off of her leg. “I’m just doing what the Queen ordered!”

“Well it’s stupid,” Flash said. “Get back, away from the wall!”

His eyes widened considerably as he saw a zombie pegasus dive bomb another one of the scavengers, triggering something in the pack, something that ticked.

His heart skipped a beat, instinct compelling him to flee via the air.

He managed to get about twenty meters away before a massive explosion erupted, the shockwave crashing into him with the full force of a freight train, sending him spinning like a windmill through the air to smack into the side of one of Canterlot’s grain storage silos.

More explosions ripped through the air, the booms combining into one gargantuan wall of noise that battered his ears and made him scream in an attempt to equalize the pressure, lest it tear his lungs apart.

After several long moments, his ears still ringing, he managed to stand.

The barrier wall was gone.

In its place was the fresh zombie horde, meandering their way towards him with lurching gaits.

“Braaaains…”

“Hungry…”

“FOOOD!”

Flash glanced around, but there were no other soldiers left, just far too many civilians fleeing.

He chose the only logical course of action available to him and retreated, heading for the castle. It was high time that he had words with Queen Twilight.

Or that was his intent, at least, until another horde got in his way, and his wings gave out, forcing him to land.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Sighing, he once again set about the grim work of carving through these zombies, easily taking heads and pummeling bodies despite his own injuries.

SLAM!

He looked up in shock to see the castle gates all closing up before his eyes, every hatch battened, every seal locked, leaving him trapped amid the horde.

A deep sigh escaped his lips.

“This just isn’t my day, is it?”