Equestria was lost

The group of survivors finally reached their destination. Caramel was the first out of her vehicle. She jumped from the van with her new gun strapped over her shoulder. The caravan had stopped at what looked like an abandoned car dealership. The paint on the building and most of the cars was very faded. Blood stained the walls in such a fashion that it was clear that there was a struggle. Two colts jumped from a van nearby. Caramel assumed that these were the ones she'd heard over the radio earlier.

"So, how'd the gas station go? And why the fuck is there a huge ass hole in your van?!" One asked.

"It went about as good as swallowing a grenade, Ricochet. Did you dumb shits find anything?" Spearhead asked.

"Yeah. A couple of guns here and there. A few snacks." Another colt emerged from the opposite side of the van. He stood next to Ricochet and simply stared at Caramel. Spearhead noticed this.

"Oh, yeah. Uh, Hindsight, this is Caramel. Caramel, this is Hindsight. He's a buddy of ours." Spearhead looked to Hindsight. "We met her on the road. She was with her dad, and he don't look too good."

"Was he bitten?" Hindsight asked.

"No. Broken leg."

"Well, that can't be good."

"It ain't." Spearhead said.

"Hey!" Cast shouted. She had the back of Hindsight and Ricochet's van open. A freshly killed corpse lay inside, bound and gagged. "What the hell is this?!" She shouted. Ricochet hesitated.

"Um... We um, we were walking down the road and uh-"

"We were attacked while scavenging for supplies." Hindsight interrupted. "This creeper almost killed Ricochet."

"That don't explain why ya got'er in yer trunk." Cast countered.

"Well... We didn't want to chance her getting back up and coming after us again." Hindsight explained.

"Why is she tied up?"

"Look! I had adrenalin pumping and I wasn't thinking clearly! I tied her up and threw her in the back! Nothing else!" He almost seemed offended that Cast would dare ask him about the body.

An awkward silence surrounded them.

"Alright. So, what are we doing for dinner? It's getting late." Stitch said. Caramel hadn't noticed it, but the sky had begun to dim a bit.

"We'll take care of that. You all head inside." Hindsight insisted. The others entered the building. Caramel watched as Ricochet and Hindsight went back to their van for something. She then headed back to where her father was resting.

"Dad? How're you doing?" Her father leaned up.

"Better than earlier. What are w-" Butterscotch paused.

"You need to let me explain situations like that. You almost got us caught."

"Sorry! She caught me off guard!"

"You need to be quicker than that! Do you know how suspicious that looked?!"

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, alright?! Now help me with the food."

Caramel picked her father up.

"What do you think that was about?" Butterscotch asked.

"I... I don't know." She answered. Caramel helped her father out of the van, making sure to keep pressure off of his hind leg. The two of them entered the dealership just as Ricochet was bringing in a box. He bumped into the two of them. He seemed surprised and at the same time he shot them a nasty glare. Caramel pushed past him and headed into the main room of the dealership. She sat her father down among the rest of the group and herself next to him.

"So... What are we doing for diner?" She asked. Ricochet and Hindsight sat their boxes down in the back of the dealership. After opening them, they revealed bags of various types of potato chips.

"We have chips, crisps, and deep fried potato slices. Take your pick." Ricochet joked. Hindsight began pulling bags of the snack food from the box, then passed them around.

"That's it?" Cast asked. "That aint' nothin'!" She complained, still grabbing for a bag of chips.

Caramel smiled. She brought her father a bag of chips and sat back down with him. This would be a good group, she thought.