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The rustling of the amber-hued fall leaves fill the air as an icy breeze rips across the Equestrian country-side. The wind cut through the grass as the cicadas chirped their evening song. Four ponies, camping in the middle of nowhere. Three dedicated to survive, one just didn't care.

"Should we talk to her?" Said the snow white pony as she inched towards her lavender friend. "She's gone through so much today, Rarity. Maybe we should try to comfort her." The young Twilight Sparkle said staring at the meek, shy pegasus who stood upon a hill staring back at Ponyville, with tears and dark mascara running down her face.

"She could use a good laugh!" An inapropriately happy Pinkie Pie cheered. "Fish neck tie or spinning bow tie?" Pinkie chirped as she pulled out two novelty props. Twilight, understandably shushed her down, quickly changing Pinkies face to a more negative demeanour. "Pinkie we don't need laughter now. This isn't the time." Twilight barked with a cross look in her eyes.

"We need food and water from a source we can trust" the organized and studious pony said, with a slightly frustrated tone. "Applejacks is using both her home and barn as safe houses. If we can head west, we can meet up with the Apples so we can make a stand for as long as.." Rarity cocked a concern eyebrow "As long as what, darling?" Twilight sighed, dark bags under her eyes. "As long as it takes before we are overrun."

Fluttershy continued to sob as the loud pops of gunfire echoed from Ponyvilles distant flames. She lost someone very close to her.

Rarity, with a look of sadness in her eyes pleaded to Twilight. "Let me be night watch tonight Twilight. You're positively a mess. How long has it been since you rested? 48 hours? 72 hours? This isn't beauty sleep we're counting on you to..." Twilight snapped and responded with feral vigor "To do things right! That's exactly why I won't sleep! If I don't do this by the book we won't make it to Applejacks!" Realizing how aggravated she had gotten, the frazzled mare apologized. Rarity backed down and Pinkie watched from her crude dirty blanket bedding, eyes full of childish naïveté and uncertainty of the situation.

Twilight took a deep breath and closed her tired eyes. "You guys get some sleep, we'll make for the farm tomorrow. My magic will protect us."

Pinkie and Rarity submitted and headed to their impromptu beds. Fluttershy decided to lay on the grass and sleep. They would have a rich, full day tomorrow. A rich, full, horrible day.

Meanwhile.. At Ponville square.
Rainbow Dash, along her troop of weather control ponies flew over the chaos that unfolded, just three days prior.

"Hey you! Earth pony hiding in the barrel!" She yelled into a bullhorn as a barrel used for holding corn shivered and wobbled. "We need everypony who hasn't been bitten, into quarantine for thorough evaluation! C'mon I'm talking to you!". Rainbow dash. Was losing her patience as the well-trimmed caramel-coated stallion worked his way out of the barrel.

A loud shrill horse whinny, like the sound of polished hoofs on a chalkboard, reverberated across throughout the scene as a grotesque olive coloured "earth pony" spotted the attempted escapee, extended several bloody pink gill like organs from it's abdomen, becoming a twisted fan of meat that expelled the most horrid shrieking noises.

Lower guttural grunting whinnies grew as the sound of clamorous hoofbeats grew. Before long the square was filled with decaying equine hell spawn that swarmed the panicked caramel colt. He made a mad dash for the road out of town, one pony against hundreds that filled the square wall to wall. Rainbow knew that saving him at this point was a lost cause. Caramel galloped past the food cart, when a swamp green mare burst out of the apple cart, lunging towards him, diving snout deep into his shoulder. Loud slurping and snarls as he was pinned to the ground. The horde of zombies diving into their new meal with the feral perversity of rabid beasts.

Loud throaty groans of anguish as Caramel's blood splattered left, right, up and down across the food stands. Some zombies dove face first, tearing through skin and fat with their blunt, rough herbivore teeth. Some stomping his guts into a paste with their hooves to make an easier slurry to consume. One thing was for certain: Hundreds of ponies wanted a pieces, but there wasn't enough to go around. The screeching zombie continued his horrible cry as Caramel's cheek was tossed around like a blood frisbee as zombies fought amongst each other for the piece. The more ravenous ponies snapped and crunched through bone like hyenas, leaving none to waste. By the time the frenzy was over the screeching had stopped and Caramel was nothing but a puddle of blood. Within seconds the square was empty as the zombies bolted out in all directions as fast as they came.