Nocturnal Savage

None of them answered so I took action myself. I threw my pickaxe towards them, hitting one of the guards and piercing his skull. Luna and the other guards looked frightened and seemed to be paralyzed with fear.

I walked up to them and pulled the pickaxe out of the guard's skull and a nice stream of blood flew out. I then raised my pickaxe again and swinged it towards another guard. He covered his face with hoofs, so the pickaxe smashed them. He screamed in pain and tried to stop the bleeding but couldn't.

I looked at the last guard and smiled. Sadly they couldn't see it because of the gasmask I was wearing. Then I looked behind me and noticed the dead guard with the shreads stuck in his skull.

"Look after them so they don't do anything stupid." I looked at Buddy and he nodded.

I put my leg on the corpses neck, grabbed the shreads and pulled as hard as I could. Damn they are in hard. I pulled even harder and then finally I got them out from there. Blood splattered all over the walls and on Luna's face and she screamed.

I turned around and walked up to the last guard and Luna. They had looks of fear in their faces. I raised my pickaxe and gave them one last look and then stabbed them both repeatedly. They were screaming, blood and guts was flying everywhere and I was laughing.

After some time, their corpses were almost indescribable. Their guts and body parts were all over the place and I was out of breath. Buddy was already at work cleaning their bodies up. I stepped outside and noticed that the sky was pitch black.

It seemed that the small amount of ponies left in this city had come outside and noticed it too. It seems that Celestia and Luna existed for a reason. After a while, it started to get foggy and everypony ran into their houses.

I went back inside and closed the door to notice that Buddy and the corpses have disappeared. At first I though that Buddy had just gotten rid of the corpses, but the only way out from the hideout was through the front door, and I defiantly didn't see Buddy coming outside.

I then noticed a pool of blood in the dark that wasn't there before. I took a few steps closer to it, and I saw that Buddy had been murdered, seemingly by being bitten several times and having his flesh ripped off. The back of his head seemed to be open, he was missing his eyes and his body had many bruises and cuts.

"What the fuck?" That was all I could spit out until something grabbed me from behind. I quickly pushed it back and swung my pick at it. I only scratched his neck a bit and he let out some moaning sounds. My guesses so far are that he's an undead pony, but that would be too cliche so I doubt it.

I quickly recovered from my swing and prepared for another attack. I raised my pick and quickly hit it on the top of his head with a massive force. My pickaxe penetrated his skull quickly and killed him almost instantly. I pulled it out and took a closer look at him.

His body was mangled, he had dozens of cuts and ripped flesh on his body and he smelled absolutely horrible. I was pretty sure that it was undead after all. While inspecting his body, I quickly noticed that the entrance was opened. I immediately prepared myself for another attack, but nothing happened. It seemed that something had gone out, instead of coming in.

I placed the pickaxe on my back and the shreds in my hands prepared to go outside. When I got outside, I quickly noticed that the fog got much thicker while I was inside and I heard screams echoing all over the city. Looking around a bit, I noticed a massive horde of undead ponies and they were heading this way.

Shit, I'm in a narrow dark alleyway, behind me is an entrance to my hideout, which has no other exits so closing myself there would be a suicide. I had to quickly look around and try to find an escape. Then I noticed that there were pipes over some debris and trash. The horde was getting very close, so I quickly hopped on the debris and pulled myself on the pipes and started to climb upwards.

The pipes ended suddenly though, so I ended up being stuck on top of the pipes with not too much distance between me and the undead ponies. They were trying to climb on the debris and reach out for me and they constantly kept felling. It was actually quite amusing to watch, but I had to find a way to escape.

After looking for ways to escape for quite some time, I found absolutely nothing. The only way to get down from here is to jump and hope that I can recover quickly enough to kill some of the undead horde and run away as fast as I can.

I checked that my pick was securely attached on my back and I prepared my shreds for an attack, and then finally jumped. Unfortunately, I landed on a bad angle and it took me longer to recover. The undead ponies were about to attack me, but I quickly swung the shreds around my face and kept them back.

I recovered my balance and started running like a bat out of hell. I kept running and running for about 30 minutes and noticed that I was breathing extremely heavily and I was tired as hell. I no longer heard their moans and I was pretty sure I had gotten them off my back, but now I had no idea where I was.

Turns out, I had run right next to Canterlot. I was stunned because I had no idea I could run that sort of a distance. Canterlot wasn't guarded at all, so I could just enter the city like it was nothing. There were huge amounts of corpses. Guard corpses and innocent pony corpses. It seems that they didn't exactly know how to protect themselves from the undead.

I went inside the castle of Canterlot, and the place was covered with blood and guts and filled with corpses, the candles seemed to be still burning. Those are some amazing candles. This time though, I noticed that the corpses weren't bitten, they had been clawed and ripped apart. Then I felt something dripping on me. I knew it was a bad idea to look up in these situations, but I did it anyway.

I saw a strange looking pony hybrid creature hanging from the roof, ready to attack and tear me apart too. It then growled loudly and launched itself at me. I didn't have enough time to prepare an attack myself, so I just had to jump out from the way. The creature hit the ground pretty hard and seemed to be stunned by the impact.

This was my chance, I ran towards him, pulled out my pick and swung as hard as I could. The pick had a huge impact, I could feel the creatures bones shatter and flesh being ripped. His upper torso had separated from his upper body in a spectacle of blood and guts.

"At this particular moment in time, I don't believe i have healthier or more deeply felt respect for any object in the universe than this here pickaxe.

I then noticed a shotgun laying on the floor.

"Hey, a shotgun. The hell with respect!"

I picked the shotgun up. It was extremely awkward to handle, but I think I'm gonna be just fine with this. Suddenly, all the candles flames were shut by a strong blast of wind and it got extremely dark. I could hear a lot of dripping and shambling around me, but I wasn't able to see anything.

"Might makes light,"

I raised my shotgun and pumped it.

"And I feel mighty."

I fired and thanks to the flash, I noticed that I had hit another one of those abominations. I turned around quickly, pumped my shotgun and fired again. I hit something. I did that multiple times on all sides until I heard no more shambling. The candles suddenly lit themselves, and I saw tons of dead undead ponies and those abominations.

"Groovy."

The ground was trembling all of the sudden and I could feel that something was coming this way. Suddenly, a quite large mutated pony had jumped through a window inside. It was already charging towards me, so I had a limited time to think. This guy was is huge, I mean like three times the size of an Alicorn and it's eyes and skin were pitch black. I decided to react to the attack by firing at him with the shotgun, but it was out of shells so i blocked it with my shreds instead.

He ran towards me and collided with the shreds. Surprisingly he got absolutely no harm, but he destroyed my shreds completely. It then tried to kick me, but I blocked the kick with my pick. He put a lot of force into that kick, so he had lost his balance and he slipped on blood.

I took this chance to try and find a weakness in him, so I ran up to him, raised my pick and tried to hit him in the eye. I wasn't fast enough though, he had already sunk his teeth into my hand before I could do that, and let me tell you. He bites extremely hard.

Not only did the bite hurt, but he kept trying to rip my arm off. I desperately tried to shake him off, but after a while I could clearly feel my flesh being ripped and my bone shattering in my arm. He then gave it a final pull and my arm ripped off. It looked like it had happened in slow mo, my blood was flying in a beautiful pattern through the air and falling on the floor, mixing with the rest of the blood.

The pain was absolutely horrendous, I fell on my knees and of course my first response to my hand being ripped off was trying to cover the wound with my hand. I quickly realized though, that it was utterly useless and decided to use this time to recover and kill the fucking bastard.

It was a lot harder to handle the pickaxe with one hand, but I managed to bring it down and smash through his eye. He quickly started screaming in a high pitch, which could probably make someone deaf. He then struggled on the floor as I kept smashing him with the pick, until his corpse seemingly ignited and melted away.

Suddenly, the scenery disappeared and I felt like I was falling. I kept falling and falling and falling until I finally landed on something. It seems that I had landed on a car, in the middle of some normal city on Earth. I had dozens and dozens of horrified looks of men, women and children. Hell, I think I would be shocked at myself at this situation. A guy in a mining outfit, missing an arm, covered in blood and wielding an pickaxe fell from the sky and landed on a car.

"Well this is going to be hard to explain."