I hate horses. But I love Fluttershy!

"Angel, could you get me a towel please? If you don't mind that is...?" Fluttershy asked as she looked out from behind a door.

The rabbit pointed towards the door and made two motions, she got a faint blush on her cheeks as she remembered the towels were in there.

She shut the door and grabbed a towel off the rack. She dried herself off, carefully cleaning her feathers. Once she was done, she put it into the dirty towel hamper by the tub and picked up her tooth brush.

She squeezed a little blob of mint toothpaste onto it and brushed furiously, getting her teeth, tongue and cheeks. If anypony had saw her clean her teeth, they would have thought she was related to Colgate.

She spit out the mouthwash and wiped her mouth off on a rag. She set that down and opened the door, only for Angel to run in and slam the toilet lid up, pointing furiously at the door. She quickly closed it and blew out the light in her lantern.

She closed the curtains and lifted the covers up. The warmth made her smile, sinking down she lifted her head in curiosity as her hoof touched something cold. Something solid.

She lifted the covers up and pulled out the object, she stared at it, blinking in confusion as she held it.

It was a long cylinder of metal, with a plastic grip on the underside and a trigger. The hammer was on the top and, thankfully, pointed forward as she pulled the trigger.

As she was setting it down, she felt a jolt go through her and then, blackness.

New York

Fluttershy blinked, she felt a cold, hard surface underneath her. She sat up and looked around.

Tall, grey buildings towered over, abandoned cars were wrecked, burnt or laying in the street. The smell of copper and ash was highly present as she took a few breaths.

"O-Oh my..." She said, eyes widening. "That freaky storm must have caused this... But, where am I?" She looked around again.

She got up and brushed some grim out of her coat, she did a three-sixty as she surveyed the area for ponies... Or for any life.

Down the street, a blurry figure walked out from an alley. She called out but her voice was to soft. So, she trotted forward.

As she got closer and the figure became clearer, her worry grew, not for herself, but for it. It was covered in what she knew was blood. Just as she was about to call out again, it turned and she froze.

It was a man wearing a blue jump-suit, his skin was pale, his eyes a bright red, his mouth dripped blood as his lips peeled up over his teeth. He trudged forward, his only arm outstretched as the stump of the other one had bits of flesh hanging on.

As he was on her, she ran instinctively. Screaming as loud as she could, the monster chasing shortly behind her.

She looked back and saw it gaining, desperate, she turned to a car and slid under. It smashed a window and got down on it's knees, snarling and yowling as it alerted the others.

She crawled out from underneath on the other side and was about to run when another, two armed woman came out from a pile of garbage. She was only missing the skin on the top half of her face, her nose a hole in her head, caked with dried blood.

Fluttershy ran around and saw more of the creatures converging on her, scared, she looked back and saw the broken window. She jumped over the zombie currently getting out and hid in the backseat floorboard, crying as she closed her eyes.

She began to scream when the car began to rock.

Three minutes earlier

"Pills here!" Louis said excitedly as Francis chuckled.

"I swear Louis," Francis laughed as the man grabbed the pill bottle. "We might need to do an intervention later."

"Coming from the guy who needs them right now." Louis shot back as he pointed at the gash in Francis's leg.

"I don't need any stinken' pills. Keep em'." Francis said. "Hey, look at that." His face brightened up as he saw a lone walker. Missing an arm. "Anger management for free." He rubbed his hands together as he snuck up to the zombie.

"Francis!" Bill hissed. "Don't just go out and attack the thing! Remember the Hunter incident?"

Francis froze and backed away, before taking out his shotgun and began to creep forward again.

Just as he saw it in his sights, it turned and began to chase something. He froze, confused and depressed of his kill.

Zoey walked up and put a comforting hand on the bikers shoulder. He rolled his eyes before they widened, a scream tearing through the air.

"Heeeellllp! Please! I don't want to die!" A voice rang out.

"Holy shit! Someones still alive!" Louis said. "Well I'll be damned."

"By the looks of it," Bill said looking from behind the alley corner. "She's trapped in a car by the infected."

"Well, let's go kick their asses and save her." Francis said. "She owes me violence. A lot of violence."

"We can't! Were limited on ammo! Sure we have enough, but risk a horde!" Bill said. "I'm sorry to say, or even suggest this, but we have to leave her. May god-"

"Don't you finish that sentence you old bastard." Francis said, coldly. Not his usual hateful tone, but a chill to the bone tone. "If you pansy's won't get her," he took out a pair of brass-knuckles and put a pair on each fist. "Then I will."

"What's gotten you to be such a heroic?" Zoey asked.

"Dunno' just felt like it." He shrugged.

He turned the corner and made a straight run for the four zombies.

Fluttershy began to scream, her cries for help becoming ragged as her throat became sore. She yelped and hid when the car gave a sudden lurch. Her hope began to rise when she heard yelling.

"Come on you bastards!" Francis yelled as he rammed his fists into two zombies heads, making the car move from the sudden impact.

Their heads were left with holes as they fell to the ground. The other two Zombies turned to him and lunged.

He swung out with a fist at the nearest Zombie, throwing it off course. The second swung, he ducked and grabbed it by the waist. he lifted it up before smashing it down onto the other. He held them down with a boot, aligning their heads before forcefully stomping them in the other.

The others ran up to him, wide eyed at the bikers damage.

"Well, that was fun while it lasted." Sulked the biker, cleaning the gore off and putting away his brass-knuckles. He turned to the crying and crouched down, and gave a small tap on the car door.

"Um, hello? You alright?"

The door swung open and Fluttershy lunged on him, holding him in a death grip as she cried.

"Thank you!Thank you!Thank you!" She cried. "I-I was so afraid... And those monsters!"

"What. The. Hell..." Bill said, his cigarette falling out of his mouth.

She looked up and saw Bill, she immediately jumped back into the car, shutting the door. Francis groaned, rubbing his neck where she had hugged him.

"I hate horses." He groaned, getting back up to the door.

"P-please... Don't eat me! I-I'm sorry for whatever I did! Just don't hurt me!" Fluttershy cried.

"Wow, wow, wow." Zoey said. "Why would we hurt you? Francis jut saved you. Whatever you are..."

"Here, let me talk with her." Francis said calmly. "Listen, my name is Francis. Can you tell me yours?"

"F-Fluttershy." Came the response.

"Well Fluttershy, could you come out? I promise not to harm you in any way, and if I do, then Zoey can shoot me. So, I'm going to open the door now. Do you trust me?"

"Y-Yes... If that's alright with you?"

"It is, now, I'm opening it right now."

Francis gripped the handle and slowly pulled the door open, he stuck out a welcoming hand as he did so.

Fluttershy peeked out from behind her mane and tentatively put her hoof in his hand. "Are you Francis?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm the one who saved you. Now, why don't you come out and meet the rest of the gang? I promise Louis is harmless."

"I am not harmless! I am a force of nature to be reckoned with!" Replied the angry accountant.

Fluttershy poked her head out of the car and looked at the shocked survivors, she stared just as much as them before a sickly smell hit her. She looked down and her eyes widened.

She saw the bodies of the infected, her first reaction to the gore was to vomit. She immediately emptied her dinner onto the corpses, adding to the smell.

"I hate vomit." Francis said, returning to his usual self.

Fluttershy coughed and spit out some more bile before she got it under control.

"W-What are they?" She asked.

"Vampires." Francis said immediately as Bill face-palmed.

"They're zombies." Bill said. "So, what are you, Fluttershy?"

"Where did you come from?" Louis asked.

"O-Oh... I'm a pegasus, and the last thing I remember was going to bed and finding this weird... That. I found one of those in my bed!" She pointed at Lois's shotgun. "It looked exactly like that!"

"A shotgun? You found a shotgun in your bed?" He said. "And I thought Francis was the only one who did that."

"B-But I never owned one..." She said. "Equestria doesn't have those."

"Well," Bill said. "I guess since Francis saved you, you want to tag along with us?"

She looked at the four survivors, mulling over her options she nodded. But before she could step off, she winced and nearly fell onto the corpses.

"I-I think my ankle might be twisted. I-I think it was when I ran back in here, that I clipped it." She said.

"Climb on." Francis said, crouching.

"W-What?"

"Climb on. As in, get on my back and wrap your arms... Or legs, around me neck. Come on, it's a free piggyback ride."

He gave a smile and she shakily wrapped her fore-legs around his neck, holding onto him with her wings and back legs.

"Alright, the safe-house should be down the block." Zoey said. "let's hope nothing get's in our way."

Francis snorted.

"Come on, I can see it from here, what's the worst that could happen?" He smirked.

A chunk of concrete came flying down, landing in the middle of the group. The survivors all glared at Francis.

"Tank!" Bill yelled, pointing his M-16 at the walking behemoth.

Fluttershy stared in horror at the monstrosity.