“An Investigation on Friends Both Crazy & Dead”
Day Ø
Spike gave a surprised cry, trying to pushed away the pony that had grabbed both his claws. It brought its face ever closer to his, its mouth clamping open and shut, getting ever closer to the exposed flesh of his neck.
The drake tried to pull away from the zombie, pushing back as hard he could against the force and reeling his head. But he was only treated to the sight of more of the walking dead shambling ever close to him, forming a circle for which he saw no exit.
Spike felt his tense muscles go numb as any lingering strength left his body, the pressure against him increasing tenfold as fell to the ground. The weight of the dead was upon him now, it's drool falling from the charred lips onto his face.
The distance between them was shortening, the gurgling cries of the dead were flooding into his ears. He still held the zombie back with whatever energy he still had left in his body, but knew that everything he had done up to this point was just a wasted effort.
The nearby zombies were only a few feet away.
The branches of the tree next to the dup held no branches that could lift the drake to safety. But, below at its base, something leaned against the tree that ignited a lost hope in Spike. Using the last of his resources, he pulled his arm free from the zombie's grasp, allowing his clamping tree easier access to his neck.
Before it’s teeth could set upon the flesh, something whacked its owner across the face. Spike had reached out to the acoustic guitar leaning against the tree, grabbing it by its neck, before swinging over to the zombies side.
The impact sent the zombie flying off him, doing a small twirl in the air before its face ate the dirt of the ground. It wallowed there for a moment, making some more incohperhesile sounds to the now rising dragon’s ears, as he swung the now busted guitar over his shoulder.
Without hesitation, he swung the body of the wood onto the back of the zombie’s head, repeatedly. The others were getting closer. Their bodies and masses too big for anything the drake could hope to throw at him, but at least, he was able to take at least down one with him.
Finally, after many blows, the zombie did not wallow or move again. Spike felt something akin to a ticker go off in his head, causing endorphins to flood through his weak body at the thought that taking them down could almost be like a game.
He dropped the guitar next to the corpse, panting his final breath, and looking to the others as they approached him. His eyes glanced downward at the camera that hung over his chest, wondering if he should take one last photo.
A trembling claw took ahold of the lens of the camera, raising it shakingly its owner’s eyes. This would be his final shot, taken mere seconds before his death, and would convey those still alive how he had died.
‘They should be clever enough to put two and two together,’ Spike thought as he flipped the camera on, aiming it at the hordes of the undead. It was weird he could their horrified faced in the camera, horror inflicted by the way how they died, and maybe perhaps, how they walk unwillingly to feast upon their brother and sisters.
‘There’s enough evidence in here to show what happened inside this mall.’ He snapped the shot, blinding the dead with the flash. They paused for a moment, as if blinded, but he knew not to have hope that this would last for long. ‘I just hope that whoever find this...that they know the way that I died, and delete the photo before showing Celestia. I don’t think she’d ever forgive herself after this.’
Just as the drake was about to take his next shot, he heard a sound like something pooping next to him, and turned just in time to feel something slick across his forearm. He thought that a zombie from behind had finally take hold of him with his teeth; that he would join their way in life in but a few moments.
But to his surprise, he found that some sort of green slug had leapt onto his forearm. It’s circular mouth tried to bite past his scales, but its tiny teeth were no match. Around his ears, the dragon heard the buzzing of the bee.
“Oh come on!” Spike exclaimed as he ripped the slug off from his arm, raising it into the sky before throwing it down onto the ground, catching the bee in its trajectory. He then rose his foot and slammed it down upon the two, squishing them both as he twisted his heel. “I can’t even die by being eaten alive without insects beginning to annoy me?”
Finally, he heard a pop, though it did not come from just beneath his feet. Emerald eyes were forced back up to the crowds of the undead surrounding him, stopping once more in place as their hooves reached for their head, as something popped out from their necks.
It was more of those green slugs, landing upon the grass. Before them, the bodies they had inhabited fell as well.
“Huh?” Spike looked at the following corpses with mystery implanted across his face, bringing his foot away from the two things he had just crushed, and drawing a connection between the two events.
He saw some dead ponies in the distance taking notice of the event, more interested in the still flesh than what had occurred. Spike saw them as well, though his eyes caught sight of the gazebo that stood in the right of the park.
Without a second thought he began to run, darting between the fallen bodies in fear of them not being truly dead, and keeping a constant eyes of those starting to swarm around him. A metal baseball bat laid on the grass before the woorden construction, causing Spike to swoop down in his dash to take a ahold of it, before tossing it up onto the wooden roof.
The drake felt his legs tense as he prepared himself to lead, hearing the sullen cries from just behind his back, as he leapt up into the air and took ahold of the edge of the roof. He hung there for a moment, feeling something tickle his feet.
Spike struggled to pull himself up, leaving the grasp of the dead before they could even take hold of him, as he rolled onto the wooden roof. His every breath was a pant, one that chilled the burning sensation he felt within his pleading lungs.
Once he wasn’t vacuuming the air around him, the drake began to sit up. His eyes were plastered on the sky, which was totally free from that plagued him just below, but he knew to lose himself in his gaze would only mean to fall to illusion.
Waves of the undead began to gather around the small gazebo he sat upon.
They were all confined inside a shopping mall, one filled with things more than just the undead.
And help would not be arriving until three more days.
Spike gave a sigh, removing the camera strap from around his neck and placing the thing at his side. Then, he took out his notebook and pen from the pouch of the strap, laying them both against the wood.