//------------------------------// // Chapter Two A Shit Storms a Brewing // Story: The Trotting Evil // by TheOGBrony //------------------------------// A/N Hello Everypony just thought i'd give you a quick update. first even though, yes this is suppose to a walking deadish sort of fic, there will be some things that do give it its own little twist so, i'm just giving you a heads up. OH and before i forget this chapter is a little more humorous then the first but there is a method to the madness Because very soon this fic is going to get really really dark, so i figure might as well get a few laughs before getting a lot of screams. anyhow i hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment and critique and remember to chill and deal ;) Chapter 2: A Shit Storms a Brewing Meanwhile in a cozy little cottage somewhere in the middle of Canterlot shit was just getting real. “FUCK YOUR COUCH NIGGA!!!!” The unicorn colt bellowed as he kicked the now burning sofa down the stairwell at the two approaching trotters. The now blazing furniture hit the two monsters knocking them along with it straight back and down the flight of stairs landing with a satisfying Thump! “Haaa! How you like those apples assholes,” the colt chided as he descended to check the bodies to insure they were dead. It only took one glance to know these two charred corpses weren’t getting back up. Even though they were monsters and had tried to kill him, he still felt bad for these two. To think only a couple days ago they had been sitting on the very same sofa he had slain them with, talking and laughing together. He took a look at the two corpse’s one a green maned filly Pegasus, the other an earth pony colt with a grey coat and a blue mane with red tips. “Ooooohhhh man I don’t know why the hell Equestria has fallen into the shitter but if I don’t get somewhere safe a.s.a.p. I’m not gonna last long, sooo I guess the first step is getting the Buck out of Canterlot.” The colt thought to himself he quickly decided that if he stuck to the alleys and used the less crowded paths he might be able to get out undetected or be eaten alive “Huuuh” he sighed he then lowered his head looking straight into a piece of glass from the debris of the earlier carnage. He nearly cringed from the sight, his normally white coat was covered in dirt and grime his grey and red mane was disheveled and his tail even more so, but at least he was alive and healthy and with any luck he’d stay that way. “Well I guess I’m not gonna get anywhere standing here.” He mused as he cautiously stuck his head out of the doorway to make sure it was clear. Cautiously proceeding, he made his way down the ever twisting streets of Canterlot. To his surprise he made it four or five blocks without seeing a single trotter…or pony, or even a corpse, it only took him half a second to realize something was very, very wrong. With how many ponies that resided in Canterlot there is NO WAY the streets could be this barren, even if all that was left was trotters. After walking for about 10 min he finally heard the moans of another pony. With extreme reflexes he jumped behind a large dumpster. While hiding he saw the shadows of two trotters. “SHIT!!! How did I not see this coming? Why the fuck did I not see this coming, well a smart pony knows when to ruunnn! Like a little bitch.” He thought to himself. He started to escape by swiftly creeping through a different alleyway, but unfortunately in his haste he sent an inconveniently placed can clanging down the alley. The two ambitious zomponies were on him like the plague on a rat. "I'm not going to lose like this..." The colt dashed off through several alleys in an attempt to escape the enviable death behind him. He began to pant. This was much more exercise than the colt was used to. He ran through another twisting pathway but to his horror this path ended with a large brick wall. “NO DAMN IT NOOO! I refuse to just be these buckers dinner.” The unicorn shouted knowing full well that he was completely out of energy and his magic was running low from the whole debacle at the party yesterday, man had that been a shit storm, never the less he still wasn’t just going to sit here and die. As the unicorn squared up to give the two closing beasts all he had, there was a loud bang as a nearby door to a building just behind the trotters shot open followed by loud yell “YIPPY KIIIAAA YAY MUTHERBUCKERS” as a silver coated unicorn wearing a red jacket, rammed his glowing horn straight into the head of one of the confused Zomponies. the horn slid easily through the distorted flesh and pierced its brain. The colt then retracted his horn and the mangled corpse fell, clearly dead. “Well that’s one,” the silver colt chuckled aloud. “Hey you still alive.” the unicorn signaled to the still open doorway. Suddenly a blue Pegasus came flailing from the doorway with a massive pelvic thrust and a tomahawk tied to his right fore-hoof, striking the other trotter in the forehead reeving his skull in twine. “I’ll be seeing your soul in hell.” the Pegasus snickered gleefully. “Uuuhhhh I’m pretty sure they don’t have souls dude.” His companion stated sarcastically. The Pegasus didn’t respond but just glared at his friend for crushing his dream. The white unicorn who had watched their reckless slaughter of his previous pursuers then coughed getting the two other ponies attention. “Oh yeah sorry, forgot you were there, ummm so you okay broooo… wait aren’t you Mic the Mic?” The silver colt questioned. “Uuhhh yeah you know me?” Mic asked slightly confused by the turn of events transpiring. “Well of course we know you, your one of the best musicians in all of Equestria.” the Pegasus gushed. “Ummm well I wouldn’t say I’m one of the best but I try, sooo who are you guys and were the hell did you come from.” Mic retaliated. "OH! I’m Manestream I run or ran the Canterlot Radio station until just a few days ago.” MS announced a bit stoically. “Nice to meet ya, I’m GamePlay I’m a freelance graphic designer, and I just happen to be in town when all hell broke loose.” he said nonchalantly. “And I came from that doorway.” Manestream then delivers a vicious kick to GPs side “Don’t ever say something that stupid ever again.” Mane said angrily. Turning to Mic he gave him an apologetic look, “Sorry don’t mind him he’s an asshole.” “Heeeyy!” The insulted Pegasus scoffed. “Quite GamePlay mommy and daddy are talking.” ” Sooo which ones the mommy” croaked GP. At this Mic glared intensely at Gameplay. “Anyway we came from my Radio Station, and we were making our way out of the city when we heard your shenanigans.” Manestream announced. “Yeah I heard a ruckus and we decided to find out what the hell was going on, and that’s when we found you,” GamePlay explained. “OOOOHHHH! He he he! That was my couch, or what’s left of it.” Mic mused. “Sooo I gotta ask just in case, you haven’t been bitten right,” Inquired MS. “Nah I’m clean, so now that those two are dead what’s next,” Responded Mic. “Hey guys what about there,” GP pointed toward a large pillar in the distance. “That could work,” Mic grinned. “Well my friends, off we go.” Mane chortled in response. The trio approached the pillar with little resistance, only once or twice having to dodge around a group of the undead. They reached the pillar in relatively good time, too the trios surprise the area was already barricaded and a dozen dead trotters littered the surrounding area. “Holy crap in a basket, who ya think beat us here?” Manestream questioned to nopony in particular. “Beats me but they sure did a pretty damn good job with the whole defense of the thing.” Mic retorted with just the hint of awe in his voice upon looking at the towers incredible amount of walls and barbed wire. “So what do we do now, I mean do you think they’ll be willing to help us?” MS questioned staring at the tower and wishing he was back at his Station. “Well I guess there’s only one way to find out.” GamePlay sing-songed approaching the reinforced front door a stupid grin plastered to his face. He rapped on the door and they waited several minutes to see if there would be a response, as they expected nothing happened. They knocked again while GP let out a soft” heeeeelllllooooo anypony hoooooome?” This time they heard motion behind the sturdy oaken door. “HELLO?” Mic questioned a little louder then he intended. “Whoooo’s there?” questioned a voice from behind the door. “Ooooohhhh nopony, just a group of filly scouts come to deliver some cookies.” The gamer pony joked nearly keeling over from oppressed giggles. The only response to this little prank was Mic face hooving and Stream slapping him in the side of the head. ”Listen were just a group of survivors looking for refuge. Could you please open the door it’s starting to get dark, and I don’t want to be out in the night with these things?” corrected the MC unicorn. There was a long silence that seemed as it was never going to end the colt was about to plead again when there was a loud clunk as the locks and barricades were removed and the large door swung inwards. They were met with a timid looking earth colt. He was a rust red with an iron colored mane and tail. He looked absolutely terrified, except for the fact his eyes held something strange like an excitement in them like he was a foal on heart’s warming day. “Uhhhh, you okay,” Mic asked looking a little taken aback at the feeble almost sickly colt in front of them. “Yeah I’m…I’m fine please come in and hurry don’t want any infected findin’ us, do we heh heh heh.” The colt responded moving aside so his guests could enter. “Yeah thanks for opening up, we would have been in a real shit storm if we had to spend all night out there.” MS stated cheerily. “No problem we survivors have toooo ummm stick together right? Oh and I’m uhhhh Coalford and yooooouuuu are?” The anxious colt questioned feverishly. “Oh right I’m Mic, this is Gameplay, and that’s Manestream nice too meet you. The more stable pony responded, pointing to his companions in turn. “Hey what’s goin’ on?” Game happily replied. “Wazzup bro?” Mane said halfheartedly, more focused on scouting every inch of the room to see if his host had any food. “Oh well, it’s very nice to meetcha I’ve been alone in here since the infection began or at least for the majority of the time.” The jittery colt voiced. “You sure you’re okay dude you seem…a bit hyped.” Mic returned. “Oh no, no, no, no I’m perfectly fine, even after the bite, hahahahahaha.” the crazed colt laughed jumping blissfully around his make shift bunker. “WAIT, DID YOU JUST SAY “BITE” what do you mean?” GP asked quizzically as he stepped toward the still smiling earth pony. “It’s as I said I was bit by these monsters, but for some reason I was left unaffected. I mean look at me I’m still normal.” The frantic colt bellowed, as he stopped his jumping. “Listen coal when the HAY were you bitten, and what would make you think you’re unaffected?” Mic observed. I was bitten at the start, and that’s why I know I’m immune. All the others quickly fell to the virus, but not me I remain me ahahahahha. The delusional pony cackled. “Okay dude you need to chill out your starting to creep me out.” Mic responded a little warily. “Second that,” Added the gamer Pegasus. “What about you Stream?” “Huh? Did you guys say something?” the unicorn asked. “Sorry I was busy finding something to eat.” He said as he dug his head out of a nearby box. This was met with Mic face-hooving for the umpteenth time and Game asking if found any. As coal watched the proceedings he grew more and more restless, until he finally snapped. “You fools are just like the others. You ask for help then you question me, and then you plot against me. But I won’t let you plot, OH NO! I’ll take care of you just like the others. I’ll slice you into pieces and eat you for lunch AHAHAHHA,” the rampaging pony yelled as he drew an up till now unseen knife. “Well that’s not very normal, or sanitary,” Interrupted the blue Pegasus. “For once Game I have to agree.” The white colt agreed. As the mental colt walked slowly towards the duo, he failed to see the priory occupied unicorn preparing to charge the killer. As he trapped the other two in a corner and prepared to deliver the killing blow, he was briskly struck from the side. This sent him sprawling and sending the knife clattering away. “Who the hell do you think you are attacking my friends like that.” The silver colt seethed. “Hey! Weren't you the one who was just too preoccupied to notice him going completely insane,” Retorted his white friend. “Well, what do you expect when I haven’t eaten all day?” Mic as about to complain again, but was interrupted by the howl of rage, from the now standing killer. “HOOOOW DARE YOU!? I”LL RIP YOUR GUTS OUT YOU LITTLE FOALS.” With that he galloped carelessly at the bewildered trio.He slammed full force into Mic sending him sprawling across the room. Then will a burst of energy bucked Stream knocking him into several crates of supplies, toppling them onto his prone figure. After which he stood to his full height and turned to the last remaining pony. “Not good.” GamePlay muttered to himself wishing he hadn’t been so carless as to take off his tomahawk earlier. “EHEHEHEHEH, only one left to and then I can be safe. You say you fear the infected but I think it’s the ones who aren’t infected that are scary. Don’t you see this isn’t a curse or blight it’s our just desserts, now fall and die for the world you knew is already DEAD!” preached the enclosing psycho. As he preached though, he missed the movement on the other side of the room. He grabbed the cornered Pegasus and prepared to strangle him to death. The Pegasus was fading fast he could hardly get a breath as the hooves of his attacker grew tighter and tighter and even his incessant cackling was drowned out by the sound of his own heartbeat. But then the grip loosened, after a few seconds the deranged pony let go completely and mouth still agape in surprise and pain fell to the ground a now bloody dagger protruding from his back. "What the…cough…just…huh happened? GamePlay sputtered still short of breath. “The bastard was so fixated on his little rant; he didn’t see me grab the knife, I just so happened to land next to. Then backstab his paranoid, bipolar, psychotic ass.” beamed the white unicorn, as he delivered a stout kick to the new corpse. “Well I guess were even then huh?” The gamer mused as he stood up. “Uuuuggg, we’re not even until somepony gets these damn crates off OF ME.” A very annoyed Manestream groaned. His friends’ pried the crates off the unicorn chuckling as they did so. The now free unicorn meerly scowled at them with a barely contained rage. “Sooo now that we freed Mane and killed the craved fanatic, what do we do?” gameplay asked. Good question. What should we do, any ideas Mane?” retorted Mic “Yeah but why I should tell you assholes, is beside me?” The colt pondered as he sat staring at a parchment on one of the towers many tables. "OH COME ON, dude we’re sorry at laughing at your pain, but dude we need to have a plan if were gonna survive. "Huh! fine come here and look at this map. If it’s correct, which I’m convinced it is, there is a cellar in this tower that leads just outside of the east gate." "That’s epic, we can go get out and with any luck find somewhere that isn’t currently filled to the brim with flesh eating monsters." His blue friend cheered, as he and Mic surveyed the map. So what are waiting for lets go. "Whooooooaaaa, Hold your horses, I think we should wait until dawn. That way we have some time to rest from our bout with the maniac." Mic sagely proclaimed. “I second that.” Manestream inferred quickly. "Then it’s settled I mean we’re gonna need all the energy we can get if we have any hope of surviving this." Mic yawned as he motioned for his friends to follow him up the towers winding stairwell. "I think we should sleep on the second floor that way we can at least bottle neck the bastards if any trotters do get in." he pointed out doubtfully. “Makes since to me,” Gameplay agreed. While Manestream grabbed their meager supplies, with his magic and followed. A short while later they settled down for what would surely be the last peaceful rest they would have for a while. Mic awoke tense and alert; half expecting to be attacked by something, anything but the room remained still. He turned to where his friends should be sleeping and was surprised to see Mainstream’s sleeping bag vacant. He rose and listening for any noise, at first he only heard the soft snoring of his still sleeping friend, but as he concentrated he heard something else a hissing like static from a radio. He followed the noise up the stairs to the third and final level were his MC buddy was sitting with a window open and what appeared to be a ham radio perched on the windowsill. He was about to say something when his friend spoke. This is a message to any surviving populous. This is Manestream here to let you know that you’re not alone. I know the world looks like it’s gone to hell, trust me I’ve seen it too, but I just want you to know, though it seems hopeless and you feel trapped and afraid I’m still here to be your voice of reason, through every twist and turn and will continue to be so until these FILTHY SHIT EATING BASTARDS TEAR ME LIMB FROM LIMB. So my faithful listeners, though I must sigh off please if you can, tune in tomorrow same time same place. I love you all and wish you a safe and hope filled night until tomorrow Manestream signing off. With that he turned tears running down his cheeks, not even noticing his grey maned friend trotting over and placing a reassuring hoof on his shoulder. For a minute they just sat there until Mane had gained enough composure to ask one simple question. “How much?” “Just about all of it and I got to say dude that was one of the most heartwarming things I've heard in quite a while.” “Thanks, stream said giving his friend one of his trademarked smirks. “I just feel that even if no one can hear me that at least trying brings me some sense of hope. That if just one pony out there can hear me then I still have purpose, that the worlds not falling to pieces before me, and that just maybe it will go back to normal one day. Pretty stupid right?” “HELL NO!!! That’s the single most brilliant thing I’ve heard EVER.” Mic proclaimed excitedly. “Thanks bro I appreciate it. Now what do you say we get some sleep, if we plan on surviving to broadcast again?” Stream quizzed a tired smile on his face. “Sounds good,” Mic nodded and they headed back to the room, here their winged friend still slumbered peacefully. The sun crept creepily through the sky as dawn began. The trio had already eaten and packed their belongings, and were now standing over a very old wooden trapdoor that would hopefully lead them to salvation. “Well it was your Idea so you go first.” GP chortled. “Fine I will.” Stream said as he undid the hatch with his magic, and the wood slowly groaned open. He peered down the dank hole and wished to Celestia he had a flashlight. “How’s it look?” Mic asked. “Dark but besides that stable enough, as long as nopony starts ramming into the walls.” Ms stated peering at Gameplay. “HEY! Don’t look at me like that.” He said sounding genuinely hurt. “Come on you idiots.” Mic teased as he descended into the dark void with MS and GP right behind him. They couldn’t tell how long they’d been walking, but it might as well have been eternity. With how narrow, dark, and depressing the tunnel was, it didn’t take long for the group to grow tired of the underground path. They didn’t dare speak for the fear that a trotter would hear them from above and start a stampede if that happened being eaten would be the least of their worries. So they trudged on in the dark and quite until Mic whispered that he sees a light. When they finally arrive it’s the exit. They climbed out one at a time and gazed ahead. They stood outside of the city limits on a dusty mountain pass as the sun slowly rose behind them.