Zombie Ponies in Equestria

Bunucle awoke, with a groan. He could feel squashed goo underneath him. He couldn't see a thing in front if him though, the lighting was quite dim. Attempting to stand up, he hit his head, against a wooden board.

"Owch!" he moaned.

Listening closely, Bunucle could hear a voice say, "Did ya 'ear 'at? Sounded li' a moan."

"I 'eard it, Balastar. Sounded like it came from that container." a raspy voice replied, hitting the back of Bunucle's neck, with a shiver.

"Then let's 'ave a look, shall we?" an eager voice hissed.

"After you, mate." The voice gave him another shiver.

"Oh I do love bein' a stole away," the other one hissed.

"A stole away!? Like me!? Who in the hay would be a stealing away, on this ship!?" Bunucle wondered.

He heard the shuffling of hooves, behind him, he heard hissed laughs reach the container he was in. He could feel hot breaths going down his back, all of the world was rushing through his head, he could feel shavings coming off of the wood lid, that was being lifted from above his head. Looking up, he saw three mangled green bloody faces, staring down at him. The raspy one uttered but a single word.

"Hello."

Leaping from his hiding place, he ran wherever his instinct took him. Luckily for him, the ponies were quite slow, he didn't even need to run, he could have just jogged, but he wasn't sure that was their maximum speed.

Taking in his surroundings, Bunucle saw lots of crates on either side, an idea formed in his mind. Leaping up onto a low crate he began to climb up the stacks of them. Reaching the top, he was able to see the three ponies below. They were slowly getting closer, and closer, by the minute, and yet still going extremely slow. When they were about twelve hooves away, he began to rock the rickety pile of crates, ever so slightly, bit by bit. His timing was perfect! As the ponies stepped next to the pile of rickety crates, they began to tumble down. As much as they tried to escape escape the cascading tower of crates, their slow pace was their downfall. As the top crate began to fall, Bunucle leapt forward, as far as he could, crashing into the other pile of rickety crates before him, they began to tumble over, too. As the crate that he was clinging to began to fall, he leapt with all his might, smashing into the floor.

"Horse apples!" Bunucle swore, with what little breath he had left in him.

Picking himself up, he began to slowly trot, towards a door, which he could see, about  six yards away, rubbing his aching shoulder, the entire time. "Gotta, eat less... apple pie," Bunucle said aloud. Reaching the door, he took notice that there was a nail on the wood next to it. Grabbing the rusty thong (correct me if I misused the word), he attempted to turn it, only to find that it was locked. "Blast! It's locked!" Bunucle yelled! Suddenly he could hear groans come from behind him. Turning around, he saw the ponies had made it out of the wreck, unless... "Zombie ponies." Bunucle uttered aloud, a hint of fright in his tone, as he pressed himself against the door.

As the zombie ponies stepped closer, he could hear the hissing coming from out of their mouths. The one closest to him talked first, "So, you know, don't you?"

"The multiplication table?" Bunucle asked. "Yes."

"You bloody idiot, we don't want to know some stupid multiplication, we want to know what you know," the zombie pony replied, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"A few things I want to say," Bunucle began. "Firstly, you're more of the bloody one, you are the zombie-thingy, after all. Secondly, I know a number of things,  the multiplication table is one of them, so that comes with the deal. Thirdly, can I call you Timmy?"

The zombie pony closed its eyes, put a hoof to its forhead, and sighed. "Number one, I'm a zombie, so naturally more of my blood is gone, than yours, so I'll call you the bloody one. Number two, I want you to tell me what you know about us, not everything you know, about everything. Number three, I don't want to be called Timmy, I think my name was Bruce, so if you want to call me anything, call me Bruce.

"Firstly," Bunucle began, "I don't want to be called bloody, I want to be called my name, just like you, and it's Bunucle. Secondly, why didn't you say so, in the first place!? I would've said what I knew, right away. Which by the way isn't much, I'm only beginning to realize what you're like. Thirdly, hi Bruce!" Bunucle began to wonder in his head, "Bruce? Wasn't that cargo pony named Bruce? Wait a bit! I'm onto something!"

"Number one," the zombie pony started, "Bunucle it is, as long as I'm Bruce. Number two, then does anypony else know that we exist? Number three, no comment."

"Firstly," Bunucle started, "deal." Secondly, top secret, if I told you yes, you'd know to take care of somepony, if I said no, you'd know you could conquer the world, now, or whatever you were gonna do.

"Secondly, whatever."

Bunucle noticed that as they were talking the zombie ponies had kept taking cautious steps towards him. Bunucle cursed under his breath, as they charged. Bunucle heard a rattling of medal objects come from behind him, when the door crashed inward, slamming (with him) into a pile of crates. Daylight filled the previously dark room, causing the zombie ponies to cringe, and scream in pain.

Getting out from behind the door, Bunucle watched as the zombie ponies fled from the light. Looking at the entrance he saw the silhouette of a pony standing there with the glare of the sun behind it. Suddenly the hoof of that pony came out, and clobbered him.

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THE NEXT DAY

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The dripping of water filled the cell. That was after all the only sound in the cell, aside from the quiet snoring of Mericle. But her snoring was interrupted by a large drop of water, which splashed on her face.

"Wh... wh... wh...what!?" Mericle asked. Sitting up, she blinked her eyes, and yawned. Rubbing her hooves on her face, she recalled a certain joy. "The Diary!"

Getting up from the floor, she ran over towards the hiding place where the book was hidden, turning around, she made sure nopony was watching. Seeing nopony she pressed slowly and carefully on the top brick, the lower brick came out at the same speed, until it stopped. Picking up the Diary, she closed the brick, once more checking to see if anypony was there, she saw nopony. Sitting down on the floor, she cracked the book open, and flipped through the pages until she reached the first blank page. Picking up the quill, she began to write.

Dear Diary...

The day has been quite uneventful, just like every day. I hope something happens soon, I

She was interrupted by hoof steps, echoing off wall. She quickly stuffed the Diary under a pile of hay, hiding it not a moment too soon. She had just managed to clamber up onto the hay when three ponies walked up to the cell, and began hissing to each other. Although she could not understand their peculiar hisses, she watched as the one in the blue uniform made motions for the other two to position themselves on either side of the cell. The other two ponies proceeded to do so, and the one in the blue uniform marched off.

After waiting a few minutes Mericle carefully took the Diary out from under the hay. Picking up the quill she continued to write.

—I just got a guard on either side of my cell, I don't know why. This place is startin' ta creep me out. I don't see any conceivable way out of here. The paper had said, " The light will show your way, if it's bright then on this day." But it is never bright, how long do I have to wait for it to get bright!? I don't know, there's probably a logical explanation for it, and I'm probably just too stupid to realize it. My dad would kill me, if he heard me say that. He thinks I'm really smart and intelligent, he even things I'm pretty. Well, he's wrong! I'm not smart! I'm not intelligent And if I'm pretty it doesn't matter! I'm just a...

She paused before she wrote the last word.

Nopony.

A tear drop dropped from her face and landed on the last word, smudging it, as if denying what she just wrote. Beginning to sob she closed the Diary she had been writing in, placing the quill in one of her saddlebags, she picked up the book, and crept over to the hiding place. Turning around she made sure there was nopony there. There were just the two guards, and they were facing the other wall, so she care fully opened the hiding place and placed the book in, before closing it.