I hate horses. But I love Fluttershy!

Francis currently had Louis's ankles on his shoulders as he held the former accountant out a window. Louis, for his part, was quietly screaming, but sputtering at the biker. Francis stared down at the man with a frown, Louis looked back up with an expression of fear as he felt the biker adjust his fingers.

"Francis, come on!" Louis yelled. "I never even knew you!"

"Yeah," Francis said. "I know. But, um... Were you also at the Lincoln University when the lab was blown up, after someone fucked with the chemicals and a bunsen burner? Because I was about to graduate when I was blamed for something I didn't do!"

"W-What? No! I've only went there on a class trip! I was in an accounting class in a online program. I've never been there!"

"Alright, but, how fast do you think a human body can fall from a window when compared to how fast an apple can fall?" He asked. "Because I'm out of apples, I'll use you and throw a computer tower after you. Don't worry, it's only a two story drop."

"Francis...?" Fluttershy said hovering next to him. "C-Could you please not drop Louis? Please...?" She asked staring at the accountant.

"Alright..." He groaned hoisting Louis back in. "Louis, we have some history to discuss." He said looking into the other man's eyes. "But later."

Louis nodded before scrambling to get his gun. Francis took a sucker out from his jacket and unwrapped it. Leaning against the wall, he looked out the window and put a finger to his chin in thought. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he looked and saw Fluttershy nodding towards the door. Raising an eyebrow, he slowly traced a trail of blood to the door where it just slid down.

"What the hell is this?" He commented. "This wasn't here before, was it?" He asked looking back at the others. "Hey, the hell is this?" He asked himself as he wiped blood from the bridge of his nose. "No way."

They all looked up and saw the ceiling had a stain of crimson running down the middle. Suddenly, one of the panels began to move. They all rushed for their guns, Fluttershy hiding behind a desk while she saw Francis give her a nod and wave her back. Slinking back, she could only let her imagination run free as she heard a crash, evidently from the ceiling collapsing.

"Take it down!" Bill yelled.

She flinched when she heard a screech and something shatter. She heard Francis give out a shot shortly before the shatter. Peeking out from cover, she saw Bill, Zoey, and Louis moving the desk's out from the doorway in an obvious panic. Not seeing Francis, her little heart sped up as she saw no sign of him. Coming out, she looked up to see if he was just standing on the desk, seeing he wasn't, she gave a small whimper.

"W-Where's Francis?" She asked. "A-And what was t-that noise. Was that a special infected?"

"Yes!" Zoey said. "A Hunter, freshly turned, came out from the ceiling and took Francis out the window!" She said before they finally got the last desk out of the way. "Come on! I think I hear-"

"You rotting son of a bitch! You got liver on my vest!" Francis yelled out from below.

Running through the doorway, the three survivors quickly began to run. Inside, Fluttershy opened her wings and took off from the window. Looking down, she saw Francis firing away at a couple of zombies as they ran at him. Gliding a safe distance above, he aimed his shotgun between two zombies rushing, fired, and watched as the sides of their heads were blown off. Looking up, he gave a small wave. She quickly glided down and landed by his side.

"Franics! Z-Zoey said you fell out the window. How did you survive?" She asked.

"The Hunter and another infected broke my fall." He said kicking the Hunter's corpse. "You will not believe how disgusting that felt. Landing who knows how fast on rotting meet, cracked bones, and whatever that zombie ate. Well, it was probably a person or an animal, or something like that." He said. "It was like working in the sewer all over again. Except there isn't a sewage pipe putting rats on me."

Looking around the empty street, he went over to an abandoned car, climbed on the hood, and put his hands behind his head. Laying his shotgun on his chest, he put an arm over it, his hand gripping the trigger.

"Francis!" Bill yelled as he and the others burst from the front of the building. "Francis! Where the hell are you!?"

"Quit yelling old man, I'm right here." Francis said sliding off the car. "So, which way now?"

"Francis, you just fell two stories and lived, you need to take a breather." Zoey said.

"Breathers are for pussies." He said cocking his shotgun. "So, which way to the military outpost?" He asked looking down the street. "Because, if I'm right, we're going to have to follow that trail of smoke." He said pointing at the pillar of smoke rising in the distance.

Zoey, digging in her pocket, produced a smaller map than back at the safe-house. Looking at it for a moment, she folded it back up and pointed towards the smoke. Francis let out a sigh before he began to march.

"You know," Louis said. "If they were overrun, do you think there's weapons and ammo? Maybe a working car or truck?"

"Or a tank?" Francis said. "Now that would be awesome. Imagine that, a tank versus a Tank. That rotting bastard wouldn't stand a chance."

"Yeah." Louis smiled. "You think I could be a gunner? Zoey could re-load the canon, and Bill could navigate. We wouldn't have to worry about any of the special infected."

"Except if a Tank gets behind us." Francis said. "We're boned if that happens. I wonder if it could tear through a tank...?" He asked himself. "What do you think we'll find there, Fluttershy? Um, Fluttershy, you alright?" He asked looking at the shaking pegasus. Tracing her line of sight, he noticed the others were quiet, and, following their sight, he raised an eyebrow.

A large something was dragging itself into an alleyway. Its arms were as massive as a Tank's, puss and blood dripped from its back where shards of metal stuck out. It walked on all fours, like a gorilla, and it was currently climbing a building. As it disappeared from sight, they all merely stood in shock at what they saw.

"Um... Maybe we should run?" Louis suggested.

"You run, I'm going to charge the enemy." Francis said. "And then, pretend I just didn't see an infected pincushion. Fluttershy, you alright? Fluttershy?" He said looking down. "Oh."

Fluttershy, for her part, reacted as calmly as she could. She was currently on her back, legs stuck up, her eyes wide and each time she breathed, a 'baa' came out. Francis leaned down and wrapped his arms around her. Cradling her in one arm, he held his shotgun in the other as they all began to run.