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Chapter one: The world as it is
A tree creaked as wind rustled the brown and red leaves in its branches. Inside said tree was a decaying tree house. Once painted red now was the color of old wood brown and a dark yellow. Below was the remains of a rope ladder. The tree overlooked a yard and a house, the wind also whistled through the broken windows of the partially burned house.
The neighborhood around the house was a mix of burned, bombed, and decayed homes. Cars where scattered some in the garages others in the drive way and some on the cracked asphalt road. The sounds of a few bugs was heard in the wind as they continued their daily lives. But the sounds of running feet soon disrupted there noise making.
A lone figure sprinted past the dilapidated cars and through a house running from a horde. The figure entered the house and quickly closed the door before the shambling corpses reached him. With the door shut he moved a large grandfather clock in front of the door. The clock gave a lour clang as it fell at an angle in front of the door. He turned and began to run out through the backyard. Hearing the horde had reached the house and was trying to get through it.
The figure ducked through a broken part of the fence before sliding down the embankment before heading through the forest. The trees rustled as wind blew through them. Soon the sounds of the undead stopped ringing in his ears and he took a moment to rest. He checked his left hip where a bullet had lodged itself on his pelvis bone. He gritted his teeth before continuing on his journey through the forest.
The man was dressed in faded camouflage pants and a faded olive colored shirt. He looked around keeping an eye out for any undead which wanted to turn him into a meal. He continued on and the trees cleared some and he saw a police cruiser which had crashed on the flat part of an embankment. He approached cautiously, wary of any passengers inside the vehicle.
He moved past a decayed corpse and noticed a slight metallic shine on the ground near the cruiser. Eyeing it cautiously revealed a rusted shotgun, the action back showing a jammed shell in the action. He ignored the gun and looked into the vehicle looking for any weapons that would survive the years since the crash happened. He moved around to the back and looked at the trunk. It was shut so he pulled out his trusty crowbar and levied it open.
The trunk creaked open to reveal an empty compartment. Sighing the man shut the trunk and headed up the embankment trying not to slide back down the steep ground. Reaching the top of the hill he peered cautiously over the top checking to make sure nothing was waiting in wait for him. with his vision clear he stepped out of the shade of the forest and onto a highway long forgotten since the outbreak.
He pulled the compass tied to his vest up and checked his direction. Finding north he moved away from city behind him and continued up the road. The highway was packed on his side with numerous cars. Most of them burned or heavily corroded by rain the insides long turning into mush or decay.
He sun beat down on him as he continued up the road. Several corpses where sprawled out on the road most seemed to be decayed from age. Some looked relatively fresh, He avoided them as much as possible in case they wanted to chew on his leg. The roadway was often home to large hordes moving around in the world that was once so familiar to him. The road twisted more towards north and an exit appeared ahead of him.
He marched up the roadway reaching the top and moving away from the approximate direction from the neighborhood he had escaped the horde. His feet crunching glass, as a small bell chimed in the wind when he brushed past a fire truck and a piece of wood fell. He continued to head through the roadway coming to an intersection and headed through it not noticing the large group of undead coming out of a building. He did however notice the insects going quiet. He turned and saw the horde noticing him and start to go towards him.
The man brought up his rifle and began to squeeze of rounds. His G36K recoiled into his shoulder as the undead ranks began to thin. unfortunately his silencer was on its last leg and the noise rose steadily and soon other undead began to come out of their various places. The bolt racked onto an empty chamber and the man hit the mag release lever and pulled a fresh one out of his tac vest and put it into the mag well. Working the bolt with ease he began to fire again backing up slowly out of the intersection.
A quick look behind him confirmed his worst fears as a group was coming up that street as well. The only escape route was a house in front of the horde. Running as fast as his legs could carry him he ran into the house slamming the door shut behind him. Seeing a large marble top buffet in front of him he pushed it in front of the door. turning around his eyes saw more infected flop into the house from the back yard. Seeing no way out but down he ran to the door to a basement and shut it.
Inside the dark basement he flicked on a helmet mounted light and turned around to see a large door that had various locks and had the sounds of banging infected on it. The man locked as many locks as he could before heading into the basement. Said basement was large larger than the house above it. On one of the crates lining the wall was scribbled Mann Co. He didn't it though as he looked for a way out.
Finding a workbench he found a sword he stuffed the sword through a loop on his backpack before continuing his search. Though in one of his ears he heard a whisper of "Heads." he pushed the sound out of his head finding a notebook. opening it he saw various sketches before he put it in a pocket and looking around. he saw a large machine which seemed to be held together by spit and duck tape. A dead man was leaning up against it.
The man wore a hardhat and had scrawled in blood on the floor. "Hit it!" the man looked at the device if it could be called the before grabbing the wrench out the man's hand and hit it. Despite looking like it was held together on wishes and dreams it started to whir pulling power from something. noticing that he was no longer alone in the basement he ran into the delve hoping it would somehow make death hurt less.
(_(=)_)(Takes place after the episode Fall Weather Friends.)
Samantha "Applejack "Apple laid her head back onto the shore line of the creek bed as she relaxed her muscles. The past week had been hell as she had competed not only in a Iron Woman competition but a marathon after that. sighing she gently pulled a hand out of the water to rub some dirt off of her chest that had avoided several showers since the mud pit.
Sighing in happiness she smiled nothing could make this moment worse not even an attempt from her sister figuring out what she wanted to do could put a damper on her mood. The river rushed past putting her into a even more relaxed mood. Even the animals seemed to be singing a song to relaxation. A large splash of water interrupted her relaxing as it crashed on her head.
"Gosh darn it dash!" she yelled whipping water of her face. but instead of the dyed hair of her friend came a helmet with a flashlight attached. Her head tilted to the side looking at the man in front of her.
"Medic." the man said before slipping beneath the water.
Applejack blinked before she tried to grab the man. Who was being pulled down stream, She started to swim towards the spot where he was as his body started to float atop the now rushing rapids. Her strokes where powerful and she gained ground on the floating man trying to reach him before he possible drowned.
High above the two was one of Applejack's friends. Isabelle "Rainbow Dash" Williams, rested on a cloud enjoying a nap when she heard her name being called by Applejack. Looking over the side she saw Applejack swimming towards someone who was caught in the rapids. Quickly she slipped off the side of the cloud and spread her wings trying to help reach the person before they drowned.
Applejack was first to reach him as she grabbed onto him and began to paddle over to the shore line to push him out of the water. Dash arrived and began to help her by making sure his head was above the water until they could get him to the shore. The two made it to the shore and hoisted the man out of the water. Dash dragged him further out of the water while Applejack got out of the river herself. Both of them looked down at the man and could see that he was not breathing. Applejack began CPR on the man trying to get him to breath.
"Dash go get help Nurse Redheart should be in the hospital." Applejack said trying to wake the man up.
The man coughed up water and started to really see again when he saw Dash take off noticing her wings. He looked back up at the blue sky and sighed. "So this is heaven." he said before passing back out.
AN: The story takes place in an alternate reality for the ponies where there human but still do some of the things they do in the show like Rainbow Dash can still fly and has wings I just wanted to see some more human features and emotions in the characters. Also this is version Two of it as the first submission didn't apparently have enough of a tie to the ponies. So slight rewrite at the end as the mod who read it at the time could not tell it was inside the pony universe at that point.
Howdy everyone Southern_Mercenary here with my first story. wow you have no idea how long this idea was floating around in my head. Yes I put references in this but I'll try not to have to many of them floating around but some will serve plot convenient ideas and where just too good to pass up. QED.
"Geoff looked at the crowd of Changelings in front of him that had taken his shape he pulled the Eyelander out of its sheath before putting one finger into the air and yelling.
"THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!" Before charging into the crowd of them who had puzzled looks on their faces before heads started to fly. "
Also if I could possible get an editor that would be awesome. Also I'll try to update once a week if possible.