Mine Little Pony!

   Rocket quickly began trying to get some wood for the makeshift shelter he tasked himself to build. Luckily, they had woken up in the middle of a dense, blocky forest. He had no tools, so he was forced to use his bare hooves. He winced in pain as he punched the tree until a single chunk broke. He ducked, waiting for the tree to fall, but it never did. The half above the chunk he broke was suspended in the air. He pondered this for a bit, but dismissed it and continued punching the physics-breaking heretic tree.

   Elsewhere, the others searched for food. Night had fallen a few minutes ago. Since then, they had found ten apples, and nine sugarcane, and were currently attempting to return to Rocket and hopefully the safety of a newly built shelter.

   "Are you sure the forest is this way?" asked Reeses, exhausted from walking.

   "Positive. And maybe the shelter will be up. That would be great!" said Blueberry Spice.

   "Or better yet, the little guy built the shelter and then got eaten by wolves! HA! I would love to see his intestines splattered all over the trees!" said Wrencher gruesomely.

   "Wrencher! Not only is that filthy, but also very rude!" Reeses said angrily.

   "You should be ashamed of yourself!" added Blueberry Spice.

   Blueberry Spice was a young but experienced entreprenuer. She was a unicorn from a village near Appaloosa. It was ravaged by raiders, killing all of her family and breaking her horn. She and Rocket had begun dating almost a month ago. They had grown attatched to each other and they weren't too keen on seperating for the moment. But with the prospect of the joyful reunion to her coltfriend, she had to push the others to trudge onward, no matter their exhaustion. She had a peach/orange coat and a wavy mane of orange and blue that went down to her shoulders.

   "I'm not ashamed of anything. I meant every word of it." snorted Wrencher. "That little 'crooked-colt' has been a thorn in my side since he showed up."

   "Crooked-colt" was his word for a gay stallion. He used it verbatim, especially when Rocket was around. Since he couldn't use "fillyfooler", which is a derrogative term for a lesbian, and there wasn't a solid term for a homosexual male, he decided to come up with one himself.

   "He's not THAT bad. He's a good little peasant." said Masks.

   "Easy fer' you to say. He serves you!"

   "And hits on me. Can't forget about that." he replied, wagging a hoof at Wrencher.

   "I would like to forget tha--" he was cut off by a cubed hand coming out of the ground not two feet in front of them. Afterwards a humanoid figure comprised of cubes followed by another. And another. They all looked relatively the same. They all wore teal shirts and blue jeans and all had the same mechanical gait.

   "ZOMBIES!?" yelled a frightened Reeses, half-asked, half-stated.

   "OH, GOSH! RUN!!!" yelled Clockwork.

   "Where to?" asked Silent Sunshine.

   "THIS WAY! ROCKET'S THIS WAY!" yelled Blueberry Spice, sprinting to where she remembered they came from.

   Within a few minutes, they had made it back to Rocket, who was barely surviving against the onslaught of the undead. He was shoving them away with a stick as he was attempting to work his way inside his shed. After pushing another down and nearly getting grabbed by the tail, he was back inside. The zombies began beating down the door. He knew the door wouldn't last long with them beating it like that. It was already beginning to splinter and crack. He threw down his stick in defeat and cowered in the corner, waiting for his gruesome demise.

   "ROCKET!" yelled Blueberry Spice from outside. "Rocket, are you okay!?" The zombies appeared unfased by the fact that six other ponies stood ten feet behind them.

   He jumped up and ran to the door. "I'm fine! I'm in a bit of a conundrum, though. I could use some assistance!" He grabbed his stick and prepared himself. "I'm going to open the door in thirty seconds. They don't seem to be noticing you. Ambush them from behind! Here's some sticks!" He threw six sticks out of the windows of the door and over the zombies' heads to his comrades.

   They all armed themselves and began smacking the zombies until they groaned no more. Rocket slowly peeked out of the door.

   "They're dead? Are you sure?" he asked shakily.

   Wrencher finished stomping on the last one's head as he said that. "Pretty dead, I'd say." he said, spitting in disapproval.

   "Fantastic!" he said, jumping out of the shed enthusiastically.

   "So. Where's the shelter?" asked Wrencher.

   "Right in front of you! Ta-da!" he exclaimed, standing up on his hind legs and using his fore legs to fanfare the shed.

   The shelter was a small, 5x5 shack made out of two different types of wood. The inside was cramped and dark, as he had no access to coal to make torches.

   "Look, I know it's not much. Actually, it's barely anything. But, we have shelter for tonight. And honestly, as awkwardly confined as it is in there, I'd rather be semi-safe in there then exposed out here. So, allons-y. Entrez, vous. Faites comme chez vous." he said.

   Rocket was a very self-concious colt. He was always pointing out his own mistakes and shortcomings and criticizing himself for them.

   They all packed inside like sardines in a tin.

   "How are we supposed to sleep like this? How are we supposed to do ANYTHING like this?" critiqued Wrencher.

   "I suggest a buddy system. One group gets one corner and another gets a different corner, and so on. I've got Blueberry. The rest of you pick partners!" answered Rocket.

   Wrencher looked flirtatiously at Reeses, who was happy to reply with a grimace and a quiet groan in disgust. Masks and Silent Sunshine took to another corner. There were only two corners left and three ponies to fill them. Clockwork quickly grabbed Reeses and dragged her into the third corner.

   "I'm doing you a favor. Trust me." she whispered. Reeses nodded.

   "S'cool. I like sleeping alone." said Wrencher to Reeses dissappointedly.

   "Sorry, buddy. You want me to sleep with you?" asked Rocket sincerely.

   "Nah. I don't go that way." He turned over and went to sleep.

   Rocket kissed Blueberry Spice gingerly and they slept in each other's arms. Silent Sunshine nuzzled Sato's chest like a pillow, to which he didn't mind much. Clockwork looked at Reeses.

   "Go ahead. My lips are waiting." she said jokingly. Reeses simply laid down next to her.

   Morning greeted them with sore backs and the putrid smell of burning, rotten flesh.

   "Good morning to us." said Rocket sarcastically.