CONSOLIDATION
The medium sized pony awoke to the sounds of gun fire and burning flesh, her ears hurting every time another bomb fell. The area she was in was proclaimed "Uninhabitable" by the government group known as The Elite Rulers of the Equestrian Military, thus the bombings. This group was formed as a "peaceful" counter measure to deal with the Infected and to help find a cure. But this young mare knew exactly what they were doing. They weren't searching for a cure at all, they were simply erradicating the threat. Kill them. That was their so called cure. The poor mare just sat there and awaited for death to come and save her from this hellish nightmare. She remembers the time when the government, or what was left of it, was still on the air of Equestrian News Broadcast, saying the government is doing all they can to protect their world and to save it. The only thing they didn't know, was to everypony else, the world had already ended.
The gray, blood stained mare sat there, awaiting her inevitable end to her long and dreadful life. As the bombings subsided, she gradually saw The Infected surrounding her area, scavenging for fresh flesh to consume. She saw a revolver two feet away, and saw this as an opportunity to end her life on her own, rather than a slow death of being consumed alive. And even if she did escape them after she was bit or scratched, it would only be hours before she Turned. There were only three ways a pony could become Infected; 1) By being bitten by another Infected. 2) By being scratched by another Infected. OR 3) By dying because of one of these injuries. The thought of being turned to an Infected terrified the mare, so she quickly moved to the gun, to end her life on her own terms. She put the gun in her mouth, and slowly began to pull the trigger. But before she can pull the trigger, she heres the sound of gunfire in the distance, and the sounds of Infected bodies collapsing. She heard the sund of other ponies coming. She looked out the window and saw other survivors coming towards her location. They must of seen her looking outside her window before. As they reached closer, one yelled out something.
"We have to consolidate!" the blue pegasus yelled. "We have to gather any pony and everypont\y that can fight! Any ponies that are still alive in this area please come out now! We can rovide food, shelter, and protection!" The gray colored mare walked out, hesitated, but walked out slowly.
"I can fight!" she screamed. The blue colored mare looked at her and quickly threw her a pistol.
"Lets go find others then... whats your name?" she asked
"I.....don't have one." The blue pony nodded then they agreed to continue looking, looking to consolidate all the remaing survivors into the last standing city of Equestria, Ponyville.
Chapter 2: Survivors
The two mares walked together cautiously, seeing as a horde of Infected could easily overrun them, then they would join the dead in their endeavor to devour all of what was left of ponykind. Unlike the horror films, these "undead" creatures did not die if shot in the head, but rather they die of blood loss. A bullet to their skulls would only work if they bled into their brains. Also it is painless, if these monsters could feel pain at all. The media talked about the outbreak before they were overrun. They mentioned eye witnesses speaking of a small fever before they transformed, mainly coming from the toxic fumes of the latest nuclear fallout. Those who were infected were executed by the military and police, causing riots and looting. Societies collapsed and governments fell soon after. Some governments still stood today, such as Saddle Arabia and most of Asia; Ponyville was the last city standing in Equestria, lead by those immune to the disease using a magic spell from Zecora's books they found. This was helpful, because now they could get bitten and not change into an Infected. However, this spell would wear off after a few hours, and they would need a unicorn present to fix the spell for them.
The two mares continued to walk through the battered and destroyed city, searching for survivors and supplies they coulf use. Unicorns couldn't make food or water, no matter how powerful they were. The blue mare broke the silence.
"Let's check this building." She whispered. She motioned for the other pony to stack up on the door, and they broke the lock off with a wrench they found and stormed in. The gray pony took point, and began searching the upper floor. They cleared the house, no Infected or survivors.
"I'll check the bathroom for medical supplies, you check the kitchen for food." The blue mare said. The gray pony nodded and went to check the other room. She holstered her pistol and started ravaging through the cabinets in the bathroom. She found some Ibuprofen, some Vicoden, and a unopened first aid kit. "Score! Can't wait to show the guys what I'm worth to them!" She walked out of the room, and she heard something fall in the closet behind her. She quickly took out her pistol, hoping she wouldn't have to use it this trip, for several reasons. 1, ammunition was scarce in Ponyville, ever since the military destroyed most of what ammo was left; 2, one gunshot in this town would attract the undivided attention of all the infected in the entire region. She aimed her .44 caliber at the door, and slowly opened it, and there sitting was a little filly. "Hey.. what's your name sweetie?" The little filly continued to cower into the corner. "Don't be afraid, I'm here to help. What's your name?" To which the little filly replied.
"Sw...Sweetie Belle."
Author's Note
I apologize for any spelling mistakes or errors I've made. My life is really hard, and I'm getting a little tired of talking about it to new people so, i'm sorry that I'm better at writing on paper.
