Equestria was lost

"Put this in his mouth." Stitch ordered, handing Caramel a moistened rag. Butterscotch was held down on the floor of the van. His leg was propped up by the green unicorn mare's magic. With tears in her eyes, Caramel stuffed the wet rag into her father's mouth. Butterscotch gagged for a moment.

"Why am I doing this?" She asked, concerned for her father.

"Well, we don't want him breaking his teeth. When I 'fix' his leg, he's gonna want to bite down. That rag is gonna keep his jaw open." The blue unicorn answered. He turned to his green companion. "Ready, Cast?"

"Ready as ever. You mind holdin' his front legs down?" She asked Caramel. She complied and pressed her hooves over his. "Nothin' medical. Just don't want him punchin' me in the face is all."

Cast and Stitch's magic focused on the injury and combined into a misty turquoise color. Butterscotch lifted his head to look at his wound.

"Hey." Stitch pointed at Butterscotch. "You need to keep his attention off of his leg." He ordered Caramel. The weeping filly looked down at her father, sobbing now.

"I'm so sorry that I dropped you, Dad!" She lamented. "I'm so sorry!"

"NOW!"

SNAP

"MMMMMRRRRRRRRFFFFF!!!" Butterscotch screamed through the rag. He thrashed about on the floor, but Caramel did a decent job of keeping him in place.

"Good. The worst is over. You can let him go now." Stitch said. Caramel released her father and sat off to his side. Stitch pulled a needle out of a nearby bag. Attaching a thin thread to it, he began to sew Butterscotch's leg back up.

Butterscotch's breathing began to slow.

"Uh, ah think I got an I.V in here somewhere." Cast scanned the van for her supplies. Caramel stroked a hoof over her father's head.

"It's okay, dad. You did it." She said. She pulled the rag from his mouth.

"H-hey... Caramel..."

"Yeah, dad?" Butterscotch gave a weak smile.

"I-I heard you say sh- shit..." Caramel went red. "I-It's funny.... You.. you still think- that I'm gonna stand you in the corner, or something. In a zombie ap-apocalypse." He forced a laugh. Caramel simply smiled.

"I love you dad." She gave him a peck on the forehead. Butterscotch smiled and shut his eyes.

"Found it!" Cast shouted. Caramel looked over to see her placing the I.V in her father's foreleg.

"Thank you." She said. Cast smiled back at her.

"Hey, it ain't a problem. We were on our way down here anyway. Just lucky that we caught ya." Caramel sighed as she looked back to her father.

"He should be fine by the time we stop." Stitch informed.

"Wait. Where are we going?" Caramel asked. The older colt driving spoke.

"We're heading for the safe haven. A place of refuge was announced over the radio. I caught it as I was flipping through channels. From what I heard, that place has four big ass walls, guards at every post, and some bloodthirsty workers!" The colt laughed.

"Spearhead gets kinda.... 'Enthusiastic' about killin'." Cast said.

"So, what are we doing now?" Caramel asked. Spearhead laughed.

"Well, at the moment. I'm fucking driving!"

"He's also a sarcastic prick." Stitch noted.

"Fuck you, Stitch! Anyway, we're almost at the gas station." The van pulled off to the left. Stitch and Spearhead stepped out of the vehicle the side door left open. It appeared that they were at a run down gas station, one that probably went out of business before the outbreak.

"Are you coming?" Stitch asked. Caramel looked back to her father, placing a hoof on his head.

"I'll watch him." Cast offered. Caramel nodded and stepped out of the vehicle. Both Stitch and Spearhead had their backs up against the walls on either sides of the station's doors. Spearhead gave a motion.

One... Two..... Three!

The door was kicked down. The two colt's entered the room, guns scanning the area like light houses.

"Clear!" Stitch shouted. Their guns were lowered. Caramel entered after them. The store looked as if it had been looted. There was almost nothing.

"I've got a few candy bars over here." Stitch said.

"I'll do ya one better." Spearhead began. He held a bag of chips over his head like a trophy. "A family size bag of cheddar potato chips!" He cheered.

"I've got a riffle." Caramel interrupted. She stood behind the register as she removed the weapon from underneath the counter. Stitch laughed.

"Ohoho! Shown up by a little filly!" He teased.

"Boo hoo! I'm so fucking sad!" Spearhead grunted sarcastically.

Spearhead approached Caramel, removing the gun from her grasp.

"Good find." Spearhead examined the gun. " Model OA-93, 6 1/2-inch barrel, shortened gas system, 5.56x45 mm/.223 Rem. pistol. Close quarters combat. Damn! This guy must've been a war vet!"

"That doesn't mean anything." Stitch said, packing the food.

"Fuck you, it doesn't mean anything! This guy knew what he was packing! A couple of shots from this thing and you're done!" Spearhead held the gun high with a huge smile on his face. Caramel looked back underneath the counter.

"Hey, there's a few more magazines in here."

"Great!" Spearhead got a head of himself and went to grab the magazines as well.

"Spearhead! You know the rules!" Stitch reminded. Spearhead grunted.

"Fine!" He handed Caramel the gun.

"What rule?" She asked.

"When it comes to weapons, 'Finders, Keepers'." Stitch answered. Caramel smiled. The weapon was pretty cool looking. She stuffed it into her saddle bag, along with the other magazines.

The three reemerged from the station. Cast could be seen putting a few canisters of gasoline in the back of the van. Spearhead grumpily sat himself in the driver's seat and Stitch in the passenger.

SLAM

Everyone's attention shifted back towards the station.

"YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT STUFF!!!" A creeper cried as it emerged from the side of the building. It sprinted towards them, shouting with each step. "I-WILL-CALL-THE-POLICE-ON-YOU!!!" It lunged at Caramel.

BANG

The killer dropped to the ground. A fresh bullet wound in it's head. Caramel turned around. Her father sat upright, in the back of the van, a pistol in his hoof.

"Asshole... Almost g-gotcha.." He slouched back down.

"Thanks dad." Caramel said. She shut the door.

"Alright. Off to the safe haven." Spearhead said. He reached for the keys to the ignition but stopped.

"HALT!" Another creeper shouted from around the corner.

"GO! GO! GO!" Stitch yelled to the driver. Spearhead quickly spun the keys, the van springing to life.

"HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A SOLDIER'S SEEN HIS COMRADE DOWNED IN COMBAT!!!" It screamed. Spearhead slammed his hoof on the gas, causing the van to rocket forward. The insane colt jumped onto the side of the vehicle. An ax blade penetrated the side of the van. The colt stuck his hoof into the slit and spread the metal apart, his face clearly visible.

"HOLD THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!! THOU HAST MURDERED THINE ALLY!! NOW THINE OWN BLOOD SHALL BE SPILLED!!" Caramel unsheathed her machete and swung it. It clanged against the colt's neck, bouncing off like it had hit stone. Cast pulled a shotgun out from her bag and shot the colt. The shot sparked against his face, he then spit the bullet out.

"UP TO NO GOOD, I SEE!! THOU SHALT PAY FOR THINE TREACHERY!!"

"MOVE!" Stitch yelled. Pushing Cast out of the way, Stitch stuck a packet of Semtex to the colt's chest and pushed him off of the van.

It's body hit the pavement at over sixty miles per hour. But it jumped back up as if pain was non existent. Stitch revealed a detonator and squeezed the trigger.

BAM

Pieces were sent flying in every direction. Nothing remained of the colt.

"What the fuck was that?!" Spearhead screamed back to them.

"I... don't know." Caramel managed. A radio sitting on the dash board went off.

Hey! This is Ricochet here. Come in Spearhead.

"Spearhead here. I hear you Ricochet."

Where are we going?

"We were going to rendezvous at the dealership, remember?"

Alright. See you at the dealership.

"See ya."