I hate horses. But I love Fluttershy!

Fluttershy rapidly tried to push her wings down, the survivors had found other things to occupy themselves with.

Bill and Zoey were keeping watch by some windows, Louis was on a computer looking at cats, and Francis was laid out on a table, sleeping peacefully.

"No..." He mumbled, swatting at an imaginary object. "I hate fly's... My sandwich." He grimaced rolling over.

he fell to the floor, yelling as he shot up. The others, minus Fluttershy, looked over at him. He coughed into his fist before straightening his vest.

"Sandwich's? Really?" Zoey questioned.

"I want egg salad." He huffed picking up his pump action. "My brother always made the best."

"You have a brother?" They all asked.

"I'm adopted," he shrugged. "I was taken in by a Latino family. My name is Francis, Alexander, Sanchez." He took a bow. "I never did tell you all my full name before, did I?" He scratched his head with the barrel of his gun, finger dangerously close to the trigger.

"Francis, put that down before you blow your brains out!" Zoey said.

He shrugged before putting the gun down.

"C-Come on! Go down...!" Fluttershy said quietly.

Francis cocked his head to the side, rubbing his thin goatee. He walked over to her and pulled her out from the desk. She squeaked as he turned her round and round, looking her over.

"So, I'm guessing your wings won't go down do to an increase in reproductive hormones?" He asked.

"W-What?" She asked.

"Your wings are doing this because of an increase in hormones, correct?" He asked.

She nodded, blushing.

"I may know how to fix this." He said. "Hold still, this could feel... Weird."

He unbuckled his belt and leaned down, wrapping it around the bases of her wings, he pulled the belt hard and she flinched.

"Sorry, I'm just cutting off the blood flow slightly." He said. "Lessen the blood flow, I lessen the effects of the hormones. Come get me when your wings become placid again." He ruffled her mane once before walking back to the others.

"Francis!" Zoey yelled. "Pull up your pants!"

"But I feel so free!" He whined as he pulled them up. "Besides, I'm letting Fluttershy borrow my belt." He jabbed a thumb towards the pegasus.

"Letting her try on all your clothes, aren't you?" She asked.

"No, I'm just helping her with an... Issue." He grinned. "Hey Zoey, come over here, I need your help."

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her by Fluttershy, the pegasus looked up and cocked her head to the side.

"Alright Fluttershy, look at Zoey." Francis said as he held up his pants.

Fluttershy looked at Zoey, the human shrugged before whistling a small tune.

"How are your wings?" He asked.

"Still up..." She sighed.

"Damn, I was thinking that would have made them go down." He said. "I guess your doomed with a pretty face Zoey." He shrugged.

She slapped him across the face before storming off. He fell to the floor laughing at her, both of them red-faced.

"That was to easy!" He laughed.

"Screw you Francis!" She yelled.

"Hey," he chortled. "If it makes you feel any better, you look better than some Italian supermodels I've had to work with."

She kept her back to him, he rolled his eyes in response.

"F-Francis..." Fluttershy poked him with a hoof. "C-Can you take the belt off now?" She asked looking away.

He gave her a small smile before undoing the belt and putting it back on himself.

"Get down!" Louis whispered pulling Francis down. "Smoker."

Francis raised his eyebrows before picking up a stack of papers. He got a rubber band from Louis and put the papers around his head. He crept towards the window and raised his head slightly.

"There's a Smoker out there alright." He shrugged. "Hey, uh, Fluttershy, do you want to... I don't know... get it?"

"W-What...?" Fluttershy stuttered with wide eyes. "Y-You want me to... K-Kill... It?"

"I'll help you, but you need to learn if your going to survive." He said. "We all had to learn at some point. Bill, mind if I borrow your gun?" He asked.

Bill glanced over at the pegasus and sighed, a cloud of smoke wafting up from his cigarette. He handed the biker his gun which Francis took slowly.

"Come on over Flutteshy," he said. "This'll have to do before we can make a suitable target range." He stuck out a gloved hand. "If you trust me, I promise you, we, or anyone else will not judge you. Please... Do this for yourself and me."

She blinked through the tears, slowly she crawled towards him. he wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder comfortably. She still shook even with his comfort.

"Now, take your writing hoof." He said. She put her left hoof up. "Ok, good, now, put it around the trigger." He slowly put it around the trigger. "Now, press the butt of it against your shoulder and make sure you have a tight grip."

She nodded, keeping her eyes closed. He sighed, already knowing he was really going to hate this part.

"Now, just look down the sight on it."

She stopped and looked up at him, a small frown streaked with tears.

"Trust me, whatever you'll be shooting, isn't a friend, a person, or anything but a monster."

She opened her eyes and looked down the gun, seeing a small piece sticking up, she focused on that.

The Smoker came into view, he lifted the small aim up to its head.

"Now, just pull it once, and you wont have to do anything more today. Ok?"

Shakily, she pulled the trigger. She threw the gun down as the glass was still breaking and buried her face into his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her, rocking her gently. His face was a complete blank, his eyes distant as she cried. The others looked on in sadness.

The only sounds afterwards that could be heard were the moans of the infected and the rain pelting against the roof.