Plague in the Land of Equestria

killingfrenzycreator: Ok, if you haven't read chapter three yet, go read it because this contains spoilers galore. Anyways, this is the battle where Soarin saves Rainbow Dash, but from Soarin's point of view. This is just a side story from the main story and not an actual part of the main plot. Enjoy!

Chapter 3 Bonus

Soarin and Spitfire were waiting impatiently outside for Rainbow Dash. They watched as more and more undead flooded the surrounding streets, coming from not just PonyVille, but the areas outside of the town. Why is Dash taking so long?

"I'm going to go check on her," said Spitfire. Soarin stopped her.

"I'll go. Wait here." with that, Soarin flew into Twilight's house once again, and to his shock, saw Rainbow Dash with over ten zombies on top of her. She was desperately fighting off their hungry, snapping teeth, but the fight was not in her favor. Soarin desperately searched for something to save her with, and spotted a handgun not too far from Dash, though she was obviously too busy to grab it herself. Soarin rushed over, picked up the gun, and shot several of the zombies off. There was only 2 shots left in the gun, so he decided to use them wisely. Soarin helped to lessen the weight off of Dash, and to his amazement, she shoved 6 zombies off of her at once. Dash ran over to the window, and Soarin followed. Soarin turned and fired off the last two shots into the closest undead, then click click click. Too much time had been wasted, and the mass of dead ponies closed in. Zombies were literally inches from the two living ponies. If they tried to fly away, the dead would just grab them and rip them apart. Soarin knew only one could make it out, and he didn't want the love of his life to die so he could live on.

"Go! I'll hold them back!" Soarin had made a decision. Sadness filled his body, then anger as he swung the pistol at every zombie dumb enough to lunge at them, which was way too many.

"No! We can make it!" Rainbow Dash didn't want to leave Soarin to this unmerciful army. Soarin beat down two more undead. Soarin wasn't going to take this. The zombies were closing in really fast.

"Rainbow, we really don't have enough time for this! GO!" Soarin grabbed the blue mare, kissed her quickly, whispered in her ear that he loved her, and before she could respond, he threw her out the window. To his satisfaction she flew away to safety.

Soarin felt a dry, dead hoof land heavily on his shoulder. Rage filled him and he bucked it hard enough to make it's head explode. Sticky blood covered his hindlegs. The undead grabbed his legs before he could bring them back to the ground and pulled him into the middle of the group, but Soarin wasn't about to die yet. He swung wildly, loving the sounds of the dead ponies' skulls cracking open, enjoying the spray of infected blood on his face. Eventually he had fought his way back to the window. The handgun was falling apart from constantly beating the dead, but no matter how many he killed, they would be replaced from the swarms of dead from outside. Piles of bodies littered the bloodstained floor. Soarin was beginning to think he'd make it, but before he could fly off, he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. Cursing his shit luck, Soarin turned and completely obliterated the zombie's head, along with his weapon. Now there was an opening for escape, but the bite...

Soarin flew outside. He was completely covered with blood, with not one spot that wasn't thick with blood and gore, not counting his eyes. He couldn't tell if he had any wounds or if it wasn't his blood; Soarin was in a rage-tastic dream state the entire fight. With one look back at the building, Soarin took off, away from the overrun PonyVille. He had no idea when he would succumb to infection, or if he even would...