Resident Pony: Pilot

by bucknorris

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe
Length: 546

A pilot for a fanfic i hope to write.

A Pilot for a fanfic i hope to write. tell me what you think.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2011-12-31 21:45:37 UTC

Resident Pony: Pilot

Resident Pony: Pilot

*radio static* *silence* *noise of somepony picking up something*

Hello can anypony hear me? I repeat can anypony hear me this is *radio static* I am trapped in *radio static* with four other people.

There are injured here and we are running out of ammunition.

If anypony gets this please *glass breaking* Oh shit there coming!

*screams* *dropping object sound* *radio static*

You know your gonna die when you are trapped in a quarantined city with thousands of the undead roaming the streets, hungry for flesh of their own kind.

I haven’t introduced myself have I?

My name is Max Phillharmonica and I’m a survivor of the Raccolt city incident.

For me to tell you what happened I need to start at the beginning.

It started about 4 hours ago when I was in the salad king restaurant (salad king = burger king) eating as I usually do when a pony fell on the floor, their body was having uncontrollable spasms. Then it died, or so I thought. One pony came over to see if they could help when the body sprung to life and grabbed the pony’s leg and bit into it.

I knew then that the shit was about to hit the fan so I ran out of there and went home.

One hour later after gathering a few essentials I looked outside and saw that the street was empty, I went outside to see what was going on when I heard a scream from behind me.

A filly no less than four or five was running from a horde of the infected.

She kept a good pace, probably liked to exercise. Unfortunately she tripped and a caught her leg on a jagged piece of metal, there was a deep gash on her leg. She cried in pain as the horde gathered around her and ripped her apart.

I was shocked and ran back inside locking the door behind me.

I kept looking out the window, those things were shuffling around the street.

I wish I had a weapon. Then I realised i had my father’s old Colt 1911 in its case, fucking good pistol, good accuracy, it’s the perfect short to medium range gun.

I opened the case and grabbed it and the two extra clips.

It’s weird, I feel a little safer now that I had a gun.

I check to see if it was loaded and it was.

There was a loud banging at the door, those bastards have found me.

I escaped out the back and made my way to the street a good distance away from them. I’ve been running for 5 minutes before I felt tired and ducked in the nearest building. It was an empty building, must be new.

I set up a small base inside the building, nothing much just a tent, a lamp and a few camping supplies (rations, a portable cooker ect)

It should do for now.

And this is where I am now hiding upstairs in the corner talking into this recorder.

I’ve been bitten so I’m going to do what has to be done.

This is Max Phillharmonica and I survived for four hours.

*gunshot* *silence*

(this is the pilot tell me what you think)