Cutie Mark Cru-Saviors

Sweetie Belle stepped out of the Apples's barn.

"All clear." She whispered over to Scootaloo.

"Aye, moving in." She replied softly.

"Move in to the area. Clear." Sweetie Belle said, "Also. Why are we talking like this?"

"Dunno. Over."

Sweetie Belle stared at Scootaloo.

"Seriously?"

"Oh shut up!"

The two moved into the schoolhouse as quietly as they could: Not much.

*CLAAAAAAAAANG*

"FUCK!" Scootaloo knocked over a pan as they came in through the back door in the kitchen.

"Godammit, shut up."

"My bad, my bad..."

The two teenage fillies stepped into the hallway, hearing sobbing.

"Shhh," Sweetie Belle said, "Listen..."

"Sounds like somepony's lost in this madness..." Scootaloo suggested.

"Let's go check it out." Sweetie Belle told her.

"Okay."

The two fillies eventually came to a stop at what they now realized was the door to Miss Cheerilee's classroom.

"Well..." Sweetie Belle gulped, "This is it."

"Yea, open it." Scootaloo said, raising her weapon.

Sweetie Belle plucked out the blade of her knife and backed away as much as she could while within range of the nob.

She pushed the door open and both her and Scootaloo stepped into the room.

"Oh my Celestia..." Scootaloo said as she looked on with horror.

The room was boldly decorated by blood and guts, brain matter and skin alike painted the walls.

The two fillies looked upon the many corpses of other classmates.

A zompy who seemed to me munching away on what was once an unsuspecting filly turned.

Seeing the two, it immediately charged before being shot down quickly by Scootaloo.

*Sniff*

Sweetie Belle turned instinctively to Cheerilee's desk with her knife held up.

She stepped toward it slowly and steady before being interrupted by a horrifying scream.

Almost instantly, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle stepped back into the hall seeing MsCheerilee running around a corner.

"Miss Cheerilee!" Sweetie Belle bellowed.

"I got this." Scootaloo said running after her.

Sweetie Belle looked on worrily before being interrupted by gurgling.

She turned and saw several zompies had entered the class.

She raised her knife and stabbed through one but the other did not seem directed to her as it walked idly behind the desk.

"Did I say you were dismissed?" Sweetie Belle taunted, slicing through the zompy in seconds.

"That felt gooo-"

Sweetie Belle was interrupted by the sound of footsteps.

"Hold.It."

She turned to see it was not an abomination but a pony.

A normal pony.

"Whoa, where'd you come from?" She asked.

Suddendly, however, it all made sense.

"Where you the one behind this here desk?"

"Mhm." The filly nodded.

"Well c'mere, I ain't gonna hurt ya."

The filly stared at the knife cautiously.

"Oh hang on."

She flipped the blade and put the knife away.

"Now. C'mere, Pip."