Zombie Ponies in Equestria

Lightning Eye had instantly proceeded to investigate The Dry Docks when arriving, not one to wait.

She did a quick check around the dock not finding anything out of ordinary she was about to give up and take off to sea, without Bunucle, when she noticed something out of the ordinary.

Lying on the dock before her, was a old rusty pipe. Picking up the pipe she examined it. There appeared to be some kind of blood smeared on the pipe.

Growing curious, she walked over to the café, a short walk away and sat down to examine her find.

Looking it over for quite some time she just couldn't begin to solve it's puzzle, let alone find the puzzle to begin with. She put the pipe eye level and tilted her head and the pipe up so that she could see into it. Water splashed out of the pipe and into her face. Dropping the pipe onto the ground and shaking herself off she could hear laughter coming from across the street of where she was.

Looking up she saw a group of adult ponies ( whom she guessed had been bullies since school ) laughing their faces off, at this so-called idiotic thing she had done.

Smiling she stepped up from her seat and began to walk across the street, making sure there were no horse-drawn carriages coming.

As she came closer she noticed that the ponies in front of her had started to smile too, like a group of bullies. Little did they know.

When she reached the side of the road she spat on the ground before her. Lifting a hoof to her face she brushed some of the left over water off of her face. "Ever heard of the expression "A million to one," by any chance?" Lightning asked scratching her back.

A light-brown coated stallion with a dark- brown mane and a tongue for a cutie mark stepped up, hitting his hooves together as he approached her. "Yeah, that's about how outnumbered you are here," he snapped.

Roars of laughter escaped the group's mouths.

"That guy's probably the leader," she thought to herself.

"Such a flimsy mare as yourself, there just isn't a comparison between me and you, so we'll have to call it "a million to one," whelp." the stallion said brushing off the idea this mare could even attempt to fight.

Roars of laughter came from the crowd behind him again.

She didn't listen to them, still focused on the leader.  "Well, I wouldn't judge so quick, if I were you," she stated in a soothing tone of voice.

"Well," he said, "why not? It's pretty obvious, take a look at those flimsy mus..." his voice trailed off. Taking a step back he blinked at the huge muscles she had.

The crowd didn't turn off their laughter, and just laughed harder than the last time.

Lightning Eye was beginning to wonder if the crowd was hired, or not.

The leader turning around shushed them quietly, "Shh! Shh! Shh!" before tossing the crowd a few bits, which turned off their laughter.

That was it! She was sure they were hired.

She smiled and lifted her hooves up to her face, getting into fighting position.

The leader ( not wanting to pick a fight with this mare, just yet ) of the group turned to the crowd and muttered quietly, "Come on, we don't want no trouble here." He and the trio of other ponies then marched off.

As they marched off behind them Bunucle ran up, panting. "Hello. Did I miss anything?"

"Quite, actually." Lightning said before turning around and running back to the café, Bunucle quick behind her. Picking up  the pipe from its resting place on the ground she sat down. "Here," she said, hooving the pipe over to him. "What do you think of that?"

Picking the pipe up from her hooves he sat down. Examining it for a good 15 minutes he replied, "It's a pipe."

Lightning Eye rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Yes it's a pipe! But what do you think of it?!" Lightning Eye asked flaying her legs wildly.

He examined it for a few more minutes before replying, "I think it doesn't belong here," he said, chucking the pipe into a brick disposal bin on the outside of the café (1) .

Lightning Eye jumped up in shock. "What the hay did you just do that for?" Lightning yelled, with a horrified look on her face.

"We didn't need it," he shrugged. "Simple as that." With that he questioned, "Hey, since we're here wanna grab something to eat? I'm famished!" Bunucle  said placing a hoof on his stomach.

"No! I do not, wanna grab some grub! You just got rid of the only lead I had!"

"That was no lead, that was a pipe." he said, brushing the idea away with a brush of his hoof.

Lightning Eye exploded, "Glah! You know what, forget it! I don't need that evidence! You know why? Because I'm awesome!" she said, stomping off in the direction of the dock.

Bunucle quickly got up after her, "Wait for me!"

"No!" she shouted back, "I will not, wait...for you!"

"Then, I'll catch up with you." he said, quickening his pace.

Lightning Eye turned around looking at him, "Look! I like customers, as much as the next pony, but I don't like it when they throw my stuff in a waste bin. So would you please for Celestia's sake just---"

"Then where are you going?" Bunucle asked as if she had some crazy plan about going deep into enemy lines to take out the guy behind the coffee making machine.

"I'm going---" Lightning Eye bit down hard on her tongue. "Never mind." she said before turning around and heading for the dock again.

Bunucle just stood there, not doing a thing. He had just been refused to help search for his daughter. His only...child...

As Lightning Eye walked toward the dock without turning around  she yelled back, "Go home!"

Not one to give up Bunucle made a pretense of walking home, before turning around and sneaking back toward the dock.

Hiding behind a bench he chanced a glance around, to see Lightning Eye put a few bits in a pony's hooves, shortly before climbing up the rope ladder that hung next to the sailor.

The sailor followed a good deal behind her, obviously not in any hurry.

Seeing that Lightning Eye was gone he leapt out of his hiding place running to catch the pony before it climbed up.

"Wait!" Bunucle yelled quietly.

The sailor turned around on the rope ladder it was climbing, eying Bunucle suspiciously, he climbed down from the rope ladder, and continued to stare.

Reaching the sailor Bunucle reached for his pocket, while asking, "How much?"

The sailor before him whom couldn't contain his laughter fell down, bursting out laughing, for a good 5 minutes, before getting up. "This is is a military ship, we don't just let any old grandfather on," the sailor said, still giggling.

"Are you done with your little "outburst," may I ask?" he asked glaring coldly at the sailor.

"Mostly," the sailor said, bitting down on his lower lip, so as to contain his laughter.

"How much then?" asked Bunucle, once again, only to be greeted by a completely different response.

"Military training." stated the soldier, making a swiping motion with his hoof.

"That's a no then?" he asked, still unsure.

"Yes."

Bunicle sighed, "Well, then you won't be needing this anymore," he said, pulling a pocket knife out of his pocket, and then slicing the rope cleanly through.

The sailor watched the rope ladder fall to the ground, to his horror the ship had just started to take off.

"You...you..." the sailor began, but didn't finish as the pony that had been so cruel as to cut the rope ladder began to gallop to the ship supplies store, leaving behind a sore sailor, banging against the side of the ship yelling, "Let me in!" Before the ship went to far away, leaving the sailor there, to run off to some corner of somewhere, and mope.

  Bursting into the store Bunucle just short of instantly spotted the thing he wanted. A thing of beauty. A thing of grace. A thing of speed. A thing of accuracy. A thing of deadliness. A thing of the store's. ( enough of that ) Running to where it was resting he ran to the grappling hook, ran back, tossed the cashier pony 20 or so bits, and ran back to the ship as fast as possible. Lightning Eye had instantly proceeded to investigate The Dry Docks when arriving, not one to wait.

She did a quick check around the dock not finding anything out of ordinary she was about to give up and take off to sea, without Bunucle, when she noticed something out of the ordinary.

Lying on the dock before her, was a old rusty pipe. Picking up the pipe she examined it. There appeared to be some kind of blood smeared on the pipe.

Growing curious, she walked over to the café, a short walk away and sat down to examine her find.

Looking it over for quite some time she just couldn't begin to solve it's puzzle, let alone find the puzzle to begin with. She put the pipe eye level and tilted her head and the pipe up so that she could see into it. Water splashed out of the pipe and into her face. Dropping the pipe onto the ground and shaking herself off she could hear laughter coming from across the street of where she was.

Looking up she saw a group of adult ponies ( whom she guessed had been bullies since school ) laughing their faces off, at this so-called idiotic thing she had done.

Smiling she stepped up from her seat and began to walk across the street, making sure there were no horse-drawn carriages coming.

As she came closer she noticed that the ponies in front of her had started to smile too, like a group of bullies. Little did they know.

When she reached the side of the road she spat on the ground before her. Lifting a hoof to her face she brushed some of the left over water off of her face. "Ever heard of the expression "A million to one," by any chance?" Lightning asked scratching her back.

A light-brown coated stallion with a dark- brown mane and a tongue for a cutie mark stepped up, hitting his hooves together as he approached her. "Yeah, that's about how outnumbered you are here," he snapped.

Roars of laughter escaped the group's mouths.

"That guy's probably the leader," she thought to herself.

"Such a flimsy mare as yourself, there just isn't a comparison between me and you, so we'll have to call it "a million to one," whelp." the stallion said brushing off the idea this mare could even attempt to fight.

Roars of laughter came from the crowd behind him again.

She didn't listen to them, still focused on the leader.  "Well, I wouldn't judge so quick, if I were you," she stated in a soothing tone of voice.

"Well," he said, "why not? It's pretty obvious, take a look at those flimsy mus..." his voice trailed off. Taking a step back he blinked at the huge muscles she had.

The crowd didn't turn off their laughter, and just laughed harder than the last time.

Lightning Eye was beginning to wonder if the crowd was hired, or not.

The leader turning around shushed them quietly, "Shh! Shh! Shh!" before tossing the crowd a few bits, which turned off their laughter.

That was it! She was sure they were hired.

She smiled and lifted her hooves up to her face, getting into fighting position.

The leader ( not wanting to pick a fight with this mare, just yet ) of the group turned to the crowd and muttered quietly, "Come on, we don't want no trouble here." He and the trio of other ponies then marched off.

As they marched off behind them Bunucle ran up, panting. "Hello. Did I miss anything?"

"Quite, actually." Lightning said before turning around and running back to the café, Bunucle quick behind her. Picking up  the pipe from its resting place on the ground she sat down. "Here," she said, hooving the pipe over to him. "What do you think of that?"

Picking the pipe up from her hooves he sat down. Examining it for a good 15 minutes he replied, "It's a pipe."

Lightning Eye rolled her eyes. "Ugh! Yes it's a pipe! But what do you think of it?!" Lightning Eye asked flaying her legs wildly.

He examined it for a few more minutes before replying, "I think it doesn't belong here," he said, chucking the pipe into a brick disposal bin on the outside of the café (1) .

Lightning Eye jumped up in shock. "What the hay did you just do that for?" Lightning yelled, with a horrified look on her face.

"We didn't need it," he shrugged. "Simple as that." With that he questioned, "Hey, since we're here wanna grab something to eat? I'm famished!" Bunucle  said placing a hoof on his stomach.

"No! I do not, wanna grab some grub! You just got rid of the only lead I had!"

"That was no lead, that was a pipe." he said, brushing the idea away with a brush of his hoof.

Lightning Eye exploded, "Glah! You know what, forget it! I don't need that evidence! You know why? Because I'm awesome!" she said, stomping off in the direction of the dock.

Bunucle quickly got up after her, "Wait for me!"

"No!" she shouted back, "I will not, wait...for you!"

"Then, I'll catch up with you." he said, quickening his pace.

Lightning Eye turned around looking at him, "Look! I like customers, as much as the next pony, but I don't like it when they throw my stuff in a waste bin. So would you please for Celestia's sake just---"

"Then where are you going?" Bunucle asked as if she had some crazy plan about going deep into enemy lines to take out the guy behind the coffee making machine.

"I'm going---" Lightning Eye bit down hard on her tongue. "Never mind." she said before turning around and heading for the dock again.

Bunucle just stood there, not doing a thing. He had just been refused to help search for his daughter. His only...child...

As Lightning Eye walked toward the dock without turning around  she yelled back, "Go home!"

Not one to give up Bunucle made a pretense of walking home, before turning around and sneaking back toward the dock.

Hiding behind a bench he chanced a glance around, to see Lightning Eye put a few bits in a pony's hooves, shortly before climbing up the rope ladder that hung next to the sailor.

The sailor followed a good deal behind her, obviously not in any hurry.

Seeing that Lightning Eye was gone he leapt out of his hiding place running to catch the pony before it climbed up.

"Wait!" Bunucle yelled quietly.

The sailor turned around on the rope ladder it was climbing, eying Bunucle suspiciously, he climbed down from the rope ladder, and continued to stare.

Reaching the sailor Bunucle reached for his pocket, while asking, "How much?"

The sailor before him whom couldn't contain his laughter fell down, bursting out laughing, for a good 5 minutes, before getting up. "This is is a military ship, we don't just let any old grandfather on," the sailor said, still giggling.

"Are you done with your little "outburst," may I ask?" he asked glaring coldly at the sailor.

"Mostly," the sailor said, bitting down on his lower lip, so as to contain his laughter.

"How much then?" asked Bunucle, once again, only to be greeted by a completely different response.

"Military training." stated the soldier, making a swiping motion with his hoof.

"That's a no then?" he asked, still unsure.

"Yes."

Bunicle sighed, "Well, then you won't be needing this anymore," he said, pulling a pocket knife out of his pocket, and then slicing the rope cleanly through.

The sailor watched the rope ladder fall to the ground, to his horror the ship had just started to take off.

"You...you..." the sailor began, but didn't finish as the pony that had been so cruel as to cut the rope ladder began to gallop to the ship supplies store, leaving behind a sore sailor, banging against the side of the ship yelling, "Let me in!" Before the ship went to far away, leaving the sailor there, to run off to some corner of somewhere, and mope.

  Bursting into the store Bunucle just short of instantly spotted the thing he wanted. A thing of beauty. A thing of grace. A thing of speed. A thing of accuracy. A thing of deadliness. A thing of the store's. ( enough of that ) Running to where it was resting he ran to the grappling hook, ran back, tossed the cashier pony 20 or so bits, and ran back to the ship as fast as possible.

But when he reached where the ship had left the dock, he found it to be there again loading a bit more cargo on, that had probably been forgotten, in the haste.

Noticing that the ponies hauling the cargo had their backs turned at the moment, he dropped the grappling hook, and muttered something about a waste, before jumping into the open container of food.

One of the cargo ponies, seeming to notice something, snapped around sharply.

Huddling in the corner of the food container, Bunucle listened to the conversation, taking place outside.

"C'mon, Bruce! We 'aven't got all day. Now, 'ave we?" asked another cargo pony.

"Just a second, my patient friend. I think I see somethin'." replied the scrawny cargo pony.

"We don't get paid for dawdling, now c'mon up 'ere." the muscley pony growled.

"Wait! Honest, there's something here! Just wait, a minute!" Bruce said in an indescribable tone of voice.

"We need that shipment! NOW!" boomed a voice, from up on the ship.

"It's coming!" one of the cargo ponies yelled back.

"Now!" yelled the "patient friend."

"Fine." Bruce replied, beginning to help with the cargo.

The food cargo lifted underneath Bunucle's hooves, taking bumps, more than often. Suddenly there was a large jolt causing the cargo container to fall, bumping down where, Bunucle knew not. For he had blacked out.

~~~

Arriving home Valine Wine set down the groceries, and saw the note from her husband.

After reading it she muttered something about dinner, and went to the living room to watch TV.

~~~

THE NEXT DAY

~~~

"Well, this is just beginning to get the teeniest tiniest bit boring." Mericle said aloud. Now resorting to counting the breaths she took. She'd unfortunately lost track ages ago, and was now just guessing.

Lifting up a hoof full of the hay on the floor, with her hooves, she began to rub it between them for some time, before gently dropping it, allowing it to slowly fall back down to the damp cold stone floor.

Mericle stood up from her rest on the hay covered floor. Dusting herself off she went over to the cell ( must I repeat myself ) door. Peering out the gaps between the bars, she stared down the dark gloomy hallway.

Suddenly mixed joy and excitement filled her, as she realized that it was a new day, which meant she could fill out another page of her ( well, not really "her's" ) Diary!

"I love doing this, so much!" Mericle said aloud with mixed excitement and glee.

Running over to the secret place ( hidden brick ) she turned around to make sure nopony was looking. Seeing nopony, she pressed the upper brick again, slowly this time. At the same time, the lower one came out at the same speed. Mericle turned around, checking once again that there was nopony watching. Again, there was nopony.

Reaching in carefully and quietly, Mericle picked up the Diary, lifting it up carefully, she closed the secret compartment, leaving it just as it had been when she first found it.

Sitting down on the floor of the ( I will no longer repeat myself ) cell, she cracked open the Diary, to where it had been before, she began to write...

Dear Diary...

There isn't really much to write about, to say. But earlier today, that pony came by again, the one without a tail. Also, sorry for not mentioning him yesterday. I do hope you understand, I was trying to cram everything in on the one page. Well anyway, he did what he did last time, observed me for like half an hour, or something, and then he just goes. Almost as if...as if...as if he wants something. I'm counting on getting rescued. By Dad. I miss my dad. I love my dad.

A tear drop crawled down her face, running out of space it took cover on the page of the book, right after the last word.

Closing the book she began to cry openly, wetting her face with tears. She cried about Mom. She cried about Dad.  She cried about numerous other things I do not care to mention.

Picking herself up, she picked up the book and walked over to the hidding place. Doing exactly what she did last time except placing the book in this time. She lay down to get some rest.

But when he reached where the ship had left the dock, he found it to be there again loading a bit more cargo on, that had probably been forgotten, in the haste.

Noticing that the ponies hauling the cargo had their backs turned at the moment, he dropped the grappling hook, and muttered something about a waste, before jumping into the open container of food.

One of the cargo ponies, seeming to notice something, snapped around sharply.

Huddling in the corner of the food container, Bunucle listened to the conversation, taking place outside.

"C'mon, Bruce! We 'aven't got all day. Now, 'ave we?" asked another cargo pony.

"Just a second, my patient friend. I think I see somethin'." replied the scrawny cargo pony.

"We don't get paid for dawdling, now c'mon up 'ere." the muscley pony growled.

"Wait! Honest, there's something here! Just wait, a minute!" Bruce said in an indescribable tone of voice.

"We need that shipment! NOW!" boomed a voice, from up on the ship.

"It's coming!" one of the cargo ponies yelled back.

"Now!" yelled the "patient friend."

"Fine." Bruce replied, beginning to help with the cargo.

The food cargo lifted underneath Bunucle's hooves, taking bumps, more than often. Suddenly there was a large jolt causing the cargo container to fall, bumping down where, Bunucle knew not. For he had blacked out.

~~~

Arriving home Valine Wine set down the groceries, and saw the note from her husband.

After reading it she muttered something about dinner, and went to the living room to watch TV.

~~~

THE NEXT DAY

~~~

"Well, this is just beginning to get the teeniest tiniest bit boring." Mericle said aloud. Now resorting to counting the breaths she took. She'd unfortunately lost track ages ago, and was now just guessing.

Lifting up a hoof full of the hay on the floor, with her hooves, she began to rub it between them for some time, before gently dropping it, allowing it to slowly fall back down to the damp cold stone floor.

Mericle stood up from her rest on the hay covered floor. Dusting herself off she went over to the cell ( must I repeat myself ) door. Peering out the gaps between the bars, she stared down the dark gloomy hallway.

Suddenly mixed joy and excitement filled her, as she realized that it was a new day, which meant she could fill out another page of her ( well, not really "her's" ) Diary!

"I love doing this, so much!" Mericle said aloud with mixed excitement and glee.

Running over to the secret place ( hidden brick ) she turned around to make sure nopony was looking. Seeing nopony, she pressed the upper brick again, slowly this time. At the same time, the lower one came out at the same speed. Mericle turned around, checking once again that there was nopony watching. Again, there was nopony.

Reaching in carefully and quietly, Mericle picked up the Diary, lifting it up carefully, she closed the secret compartment, leaving it just as it had been when she first found it.

Sitting down on the floor of the ( I will no longer repeat myself ) cell, she cracked open the Diary, to where it had been before, she began to write...

Dear Diary...

There isn't really much to write about, to say. But earlier today, that pony came by again, the one without a tail. Also, sorry for not mentioning him yesterday. I do hope you understand, I was trying to cram everything in on the one page. Well anyway, he did what he did last time, observed me for like half an hour, or something, and then he just goes. Almost as if...as if...as if he wants something. I'm counting on getting rescued. By Dad. I miss my dad. I love my dad.

A tear drop crawled down her face, running out of space it took cover on the page of the book, right after the last wusing the book she began to cry openly, wetting her face with tears. She cried about Mom. She cried about Dad.  She cried about numerous other things I do not care to mention.

Picking herself up, she picked up the book and walked over to the hidding place. Doing exactly what she did last time except placing the book in this time. She lay down to get some rest.