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// Surviving 
// Story: Whispering Zero, City of the Dead 
// by Aetaes Wolf 
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"Day. Lost count. Year? No longer matters. Hour... Sunrise.... So about six a.m. Season? I've lost track..." A unicorn sits in an empty room, parchment and a quill in front of her, her horn glows ice blue as she uses the quill to write. The unicorn is magenta, her muzzle and legs a light blue. Her mane and tail are short, coloured a midnight blue with lighter streaks running through it. Her aqua green eyes quickly glance out the window, noting the rising sun before going back to writing.

"We've been at this longer then I care to remember.... Everyday is a struggle to survive. The dome around the city is doing it's job, keeping the zombie ponies in the city. The pendants I made for my sister and I... They've worked. We're immune to the zombies, thanks to the pendants. As long as we have them, we'll be alright, unless one of the zombies manage to kill us. I'm lucky, knowing my sister's special talent. It's helped us, guided us this far. But it's only a matter of time before we both meet our ends. I just hope my little sister lives longer then I. If anypony finds this, my name is Spellspark, a unicorn born and raised in this city. My sister is Whisper, a pegasus born and raised in the city, as well. How this started, I do not know. My spells and my sister's talent are the only things that keep us alive. Everypony else is either dead... or a zombie. We've survived this long... I just hope we can survive long enough to figure out how to leave without taking down the dome."

The unicorn takes the quill, putting it in her backpack, leaving the note on the desk. She turns to the grey pegasus sleeping soundly on the floor. She walks over to the sleeping pony, gentle shaking her before tugging gently on the dark blue sweater that she wore. "Whisper! Time to get up, the sun's rising!"

The pegasus mutters a bit, pulling herself into a sitting position. Spellspark giggles a bit. "Sis, your mane! You've got really bad bed-head!"

"Mm?" Whisper blinks, getting up and walking to a shattered mirror, looking at her reflection, her long pure white mane sticking up in all directions. "Whoa."

Spellspark chuckles. "Here." Her horn glows ice blue, a brush comes out of her bag, she sits near her sister as she begins to brush her mane. "Honestly, little sis. How can you get your mane this tangled just by sleeping?"

Whisper mutters, her light blue eyes showing that she's still half-asleep. "Shut up, Spell."

Spellspark smiles. "Wake up sleepy-head! There's a lot to do and only a little time to do it!"

Whisper yawns, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I know, I know. Gather supplies, see if we can find any other survivors, and just try to survive."

"Good girl." Spellspark finishes brushing Whisper's mane, as she gathers up what she'll need and grabs a gun. "I'm just thankful the shelter we have is so high up. The zombies can't reach us here."

Whisper nods. "Yeah."

The shelter they had found was a cloud house. Whisper could easily fly to it, while Spellspark could teleport to it, having to remind herself to recast the spell that allows her to walk on clouds every few days. Spellspark looks to Whisper. "Ready, sis?"

Whisper grab a sheathed sword, attaching it to her side, giving a nod. "Yup."

They walk to the cloud's edge, looking down below. Below them was a city, destroyed and crumbling. Ponies slowly walked below them, though something seemed off about them. Spellspark looks to Whisper. "There's a whole hoard right below us. Anything of note?"

Whisper closes her eyes, straining her ears. The sounds she picks up are mixed words, many voice talking together, though it is all jumbled in a confused gibberish, She opens her eyes, shaking her head. "Same idiocy as always."

Spellspark nods, looking down again. "Right. You know what to do?"

"Soar through the air and look for any survivors, or anything that we could use. Grab it when I see it."

"Yes, and I'll so the same, but from the ground. Ready?"

Whisper grins. "I was born ready."

Spellspark nods, teleporting herself down below. Whisper spreads out her wings, immediately taking to the air. She could feel the wind rush past her face as she flew, the feeling soothing. She soared through the air, looking down below to the city. She perked her ears to hear the noises below, the voices that were brought to her were still confused gibberish. She sighs, letting her mind wander a bit. Why can't zombies be smart? Tell me something useful instead of the same idiocy? She thought.

Being able to understand other creatures is useful, sure, but this is just boring. She lands lightly on one of the rooftops, making sure it was clear before she landed. She sighs. Why do I have to be trapped here? She looks down at the wandering mass of zombies. Some of them looked disfigured, others just looked... Weird. Whispers body freezes up a bit as she hears weeping, the sound coming closer and closer. She spreads her wings, quickly taking to the sky and hiding on one of the clouds. She looks down, a pale pony come into view, her long pale mane covering her face, the crying sounds coming from it. Whisper tenses. Witch! She flattens herself against the cloud. Wait until it leaves... Wait until it leaves... The weeping fades, Whisper lifts her head to look at the roof. The witch had left. Whisper lets out a sigh of relief, taking to the sky again. Thank goodness... She darts off, keeping a close eye on the city. I don't want to run into one of those..... She runs her hoof along the scar just beneath her left eye, letting out a small sigh. Not again.