Cutie Mark Cru-Saviors

Cutie Mark Cru-Saviors

Season 1, Chapter 2 - The Cold Evening Winds Part 2

Scootaloo rushed into Carousel Boutique's living room, looking for Sweetie Belle.

"Sweetie Belle?" She called.

Nothing.

She ran into the entrance and saw a small gap in the barricade.

"Oh no no no no no no no..."

She looked past it and saw nopony.

Scootaloo turned and screamed.

"Hey..." Scootaloo told Sweetie Belle, "It's NOT your fault."

"I didn't say it was.." She replied stubbornly.

"You sure act like it.."

"I just wish I could have saved Applebloom."

"Hey.... It's alright. She's in a better place now. At least now she won't get mauled to death.."

"Well I guess that's an up..."

"Let's just relax for tonight okay? I'll set up the tents and cook up something but you just relax."

"Okay. Thanks Scootaloo."

"What're friends for right?"

"Ahhh!"

A hoof covered Scootaloo's mouth momentarily.

"Ah..."

"You better?"

"Celestia sakes, Sweetie Belle, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Scootaloo huffed.

"What?" Sweetie Belle asked, "I thought you heard me say I was in the kitchen."

"Oh... Guess I spaced out?"

"Ugh. Well I was just getting tools to fix this hole."

"I thought you were LEAVING!"

"LEAVING? At THIS hour? Please, Scootaloo, I'm an A student."

"WAS an A student."

"Shut up."

After fixing the hole, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo head upstairs to eat and figure out what they were to do.

As sunrise came, Sweetie Belle re-stated the plan to assure it.

"Okay, So."

We head to Sweet Apple Acres to check on Applebloom.

If nopony's there it's because they left probably by AJ or Macintosh's order.

They could've also left with Twilight and the rest.

"Aye"

If we find Applebloom we seek refuge in the Club House for the night, one of us keeping watch at a time."

If we don't, we run back into town, and into the Schoolhouse.

"Why there?"

Miss Cheerilee could be there possibly. Other than that, we can raid the School's emergency supplies.

Sound good?

"Aye, let's move out!"

Sunrise showed as Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo finished mapping out their day course.

"Okay," Sweetie Belle chanted, "Let's move out!"

"Careful, Scoots" Sweetie Belle whispered.

"Yea, I know... Lurking 'round every corner- I get it, Sweetie Belle."

"But keep it in mind! You'll thank me later."

"Yea yea...Seriously though- It's just the Alley turn- what could go wro-"

Sweetie Belle withdrew her "pocket knife" and integrated it into the lashing zompy's cerebral sector ((Ooo~ Fonceh!))

Scootaloo huffed and regained herself.

"Thanks..."

"Told ya."

"Oh shut up."

"Whatever, let's keep moving" Sweetie replied.

"Applebloom!" Scootaloo cried upon entering the premises of the Apple Family.

"Not so loud, Scootaloo!" Sweetie Belle hushed, "Do you WANT to get killed?"

"Sorry sorry..." She whimpered.

"Now. Let's lay low." The white coated filly ordered while squatting.

"So what's our game plan?" Scootaloo inquired.

"Okay..." She thought momentarily, "Let's head for that shed. From there we'll run to the barn when the cost is clear."

"Alrighty then."

"Move out...!"

Sweetie Belle charged silently across the plain open fields of the Apple Family's Acres.

Scootaloo ran ahead loudly, dashing across the mud creating soft *pop*s

"Scootaloo!" Sweetie Belle cried after her, "Squat, dammit!"

Scootaloo didn't hear and ran straight through the door to the shed.

"That damned filly is gonna get us killed..." Sweetie Belle muttered angrily.

As Sweetie Belle approached the shed a loud yelp came from within.

"Oh shit!"

"Fuck, Scootaloo! Just FUCK."

Sweetie Belle trotted inside, ready.

Pulling up her knife, she lit a match.

"The hell did you do?"

A growling noise came as a response.

"Heh heh....Shit."

Belle began to hack away at the air.

A slashing noise beget it self on her ears.

"Ha!"

She cut in the designated area, slashing at a nearly 'invisible' zompy.

"Alright then...Scootaloo?"

Nothing.

"Scoooootalooooo.. I killed the bastard- come out."

No response.

"Oh god dammit."

...

"No...."

She examined the corpse in front of her.

Sweetie Belle made no noise when seeing Scootaloo, hacked up- she couldn't manage any.

Suddenly she felt a soft tapping on her shoulder.

"Ah!" She cried, turning sharply, knife in hoof.

"Ow!" Scootaloo cried behind her, falling to her knees, "Did you REALLY need to cut me because I dashed ahead?"

She gripped her wound tightly for a few seconds before standing.

"What are you doing just sitting here?" She asked.

"Um....Nothing, nothing..."

Sweetie Belle examined the corpse again, seeing a pony she did not recognize.

"Nothing..."

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo stepped inside the barn.

"Applebloom..!" Sweetie Belle called out cautiously.

Waiting for a bit, receiving no response, she called again.

"Applebloom!"

"Oh step aside, sister." Scootaloo shoved, "Applebloom, get your possibly dead ass down here!"

A figure began wobbling down the staircase.

"Oh goody."

"Girls?" A very familiar voice called out, "Is that you?"

"Oh Applebloom! I'm so glad you're alive!" Sweetie Belle hugged Applebloom.

"What're y'all talkin' about?" She yawned, "Where's Applejack? And Big Macintosh? Granny Smith?"

"They're gone. Possibly dead." Sweetie Belle said coldly.

"What?!" Applebloom snapped awake.

"Applebloom..Do you even know what's going on?" Scootaloo stepped in.

"Somethins' goin' on?"

"So like. The Zompy Apocalypse just broke out..."

"Oh goodie." Sweetie Belle said, "Another victim of the Zompy Awakening. Ha."

"Wait...WHAT?!"

"Shut your trap, Applebloom. We don't want any 'unexpected vistors.' " Sweetie Belle hushed, "Now come. We have much to talk about.."