The second part of Zombism is Magic. Hope you like.
The Hunt
As Applejack sat in the command center of the Ponyville zombie defense safehouse, she wondered what had happened to Twilight.
"Should we go after her?" said Spike.
"Probably." said Applejack. "No matter how good she is, she can't take on a full horde of zombies. Which way did she go?"
"Thataway." said Spike, pointing to the right.
Applejack paled. "Oh no," she said. Suddenly, she began to shout orders.
"CODE APPLE! I REPEAT, CODE APPLE!"
The barn began to glow red. Ponies frantically ran in all directions, grabbing ammo, guns, and that strange purple thingy that no one can figure out how to replicate, but turns zombies inside out.
"What's wrong?" said Spike.
"Well, it seems that your friend has walked into the only territory in Ponyville without zombies." said Applejack.
"Then isn't that good?" said Spike.
Applejack looked at him, fear in her eyes. "Twilight hasn't walked into safety. She's in the territory of the Dogs of War."
Dogs of War? Never heard of the Dogs of War, Spike thought.
"Who are these Dogs Of War?" Spike asked.
"I'll explain on the way." said Applejack. Suddenly a huge grinding noise filled the air. "I'm afraid we weren't completely forthright with you," said Applejack. "But there's time for that later. Right now, we need to save your friend." And with that, she leapt into the assault tank that had been driven out of an enormous hatch in the wall. " Well, come on," she said. "We're gonna need backup."
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Twilight was dazed from the impact of the whatever-it-was into her, but like any good soldier, she immediately began to think of the advantages of her and this unidentified warrior. Let's see... My advantages: none. This thing's advantages: size, strength, surprise, and prior knowledge of this ambush. Time to open my eyes and see how bad things are. So Twilight opened her eyes and saw... a hideous, misshapen, thing, with an enormous mouth, a set of vicious claws, and overdeveloped muscles. Noticing she had awakened, it growled and gnashed at her. Twilight momentarily tried to use a spell on it, but the creature noticed the gathering purple energy and swiped it aside like it was tissue paper. Twilight gasped, but then tried a different approach. " Excuse me? I'm sorry, but would you mind getting off my chest? I kind of need to breath, and-" She was cut off as the dog/creature/thing howled at her. She quickly realized that the polite approach wouldn't do it. "All right, buster! Get off of me this instant or I'll throw another spell at you that'll make the last one look like-" Unintimidated, the thing roared again and then reared back for the kill. Twilight gulped and did the only thing she could: screamed. Then, just as the creature lunged for her, it was thrown off by a burst of glowing artillery with a surprised yip! As it flew back, Twilight recognized the glow of magic bullets. She turned her head to see a tank with Applejack peering out from the top.
"Twilite!" Spike called. Twilight recognized that voice. And even if she hadn't, she would have known who it was. Spike was the only one who would call her that in a crisis situation. "We have to hurry!" he said, as he helped her up.
"Why the rush? It's not as if that thing will be getting up with a full clip of magic bullets in it," Twilight added. The creature took the opportunity to prove her wrong by standing up and letting out another keening howl, only to be knocked back down by a clip of magic bullets from the same purple-haired pony with the gatling gun that Spike had fallen for in the training center.
"Twilight!" said Applejack. "Someone help her! Fluttershy!" A yellow pony raced up to her.
"Got it." She then raced for Twilight, swooping her up toward the tank.
"Hey, put me down!" said Twilight.
"Not a chance." Twilight began to thrash. "Hey! Stop that! You know how bad you're hurt?" Twilight didn't answer, only thrashing more. "Oh, that's it!" Swooping for the deck, the yellow pony slammed Twilight down.
"Could you please be a little more gentle with the patient, Fluttershy?" yelled Applejack as she ran for the tank's gun.
Ignoring her, Fluttershy began yelling at Twilight. "All right, missy! You got four slashes in your hide and you ain't going to get yourself killed until I've stitched 'em! Is that clear?!?" Twilight suddenly realized the truth in the pony's statement. The creature's claws had left four deep wounds in her side that were pouring blood. Shocked, Twilight started to slip into unconciousness from the anesthetic that Fluttershy had just injected her with. The last thing she said before succumbing to unconciousness was, "I thought you didn't have any vehicles!"
But before that, the last thing she heard was, "Fluttershy, that's the wrong dose of anesthetic!"
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Twilight awoke in an infirmary bed, and said without opening her eyes, "I thought you didn't have any vehicles."
She opened them to Applejack blushing. "Well.. it was a half-truth."
"Half-truth?!?" It was an outright lie!"
"Well, how do you fit an army of ponies into one tank?!?!"
"True..." said Twilight, thinking. "Wait... let me contact Princess Celestia. I'm sure she'll have an answer."
"Okay..." said Applejack.
Twilight's message was simple and quick. Only one vehicle. Severe zombie numbers. Please help.
Celestia's response came quickly:
My faithful student,
I sent you that taxi driver to get you back; his name was Rick, I think.
If he died,
I don't feel like sending you a new one.
lolol.
Lord of Doom and 1000-year Dictator,
Princess Celestia
Applejack leaned over Twilight's shoulder to read the letter.
"What does it say?"
Twilight frantically ripped up the letter and blushed.
"N-nothing! Nothing at all!"
Applejack eyed the hospitalized pony carefully.
"Y'all sure about that?"
Twilight nodded her head as fast as she could, and sighed.
"Applejack, we have a problem. There's no way to get back."
At this, Applejack's face lighted up, and she opened her mouth for a suggestion.
"Why don't we get Zecorah to help us? She's a potions expert! She might even be able to make a cure!"
Twilight's eyes started tearing up, and her face frowned.
"Negative, Applejack."
Now Applejack frowned.
"Why not, Twilight?"
Twilight sighed yet again, and said;
"Because there is no cure."
Twilight's head fell into her hooves, and she moaned.
"Because... I made it."