"Richtofen? You haven't forgotten about us you?" Stuhlinger shouted into the air.
"Oh Sammy, I haven't forgotten about you." Richtofen called out.
"And I'm sorry." Stuhlnger was about to shout back but then blackness consumed his eyesight.
Russman, the one who forgot his memory quite alot. Suthlinger, the one who ate zombie flesh. Misty, the one who was a farmhand. Marlton, the one who was proficient with computers. Not your typical survivors of the outbreak, but they managed. This group, aka Victis, was guided by a voice named Maxis, who contacted them through Marlton, to give him enough power to remove Richtofen from the MPD (Moon Pyramid Device). He succeeds but then another Richtofen (Primis) came and asked them to collect the Kronorium. They succeed and go into ice, when Primis gets stuck in Alcatraz's Pocket Dimension, Stuhlinger contacts Richtofen; a reverse of what happened before.
Primis escaped, but Primis Richtofen paid the ultimate price. A while later, Victis was awoken from Cryosleep as the second piece was acquired (The Elemental Shard) from Camp Edward, AKA: Nuketown. It was the final piece for Victis to do, acquire the Apothicon Blood, assemble the Apothican Device and send Pablo Marinus to The Great War.
This, left Victis alone. They fought until the blackness came, Victis, Ultimis, Primis, Zombies, 115... all banished to the Dark Aether.
Or so Nikolai thought...
Misty was the first to awake. The hard wood on the exposed skin feeling reminded her of the barn from that 'Hanford' town. She was never raised there but it felt like home, oddly enough she also hated Double Tap Root Beer. She sat up before feeling her King and County in her pockets.
"I hope you fellas are wide awake." Her voice raspy, been a while since she drank or ate. The soup Pablo wanted them to make was so annoying, it was right there. Food! She hadn't ate since that Town. Not the Hanford one; the underground one that constantly scared Marlton with the potential cave-ins.
Marlton, where was he? Russman, did he know where he was? Stuhlinger, honestly she didn't care. Her gaze shifted to the open window of the second floor. An apple orchard greeted her as the red shiny glow of the apples enticed her, mocking her.
"No one mocks Misty Briarton..." Misty muttered.
Her weight creaked on the steps, the feelings of the barn returned stronger. Her feet stopped right before the door, this wasn't her home. No zombies, no fog, not even her home's crop; would she even be legally allowed to do this?
Misty decided it was best... to carry County, the left half of the Pack-a-Punched Welling, into the field. Sounds of boots contacting the dirt filled the air then slowed to a halt under a tree. Her hand reached up and plucked an apple. Sweet Misty thought.
"What do you think your doing you vermin!" a texan-like accent shouted out.
"Wha- I- uh... This isn't what it looks like?" Misty said with a pleading look, her emotion was cut loose by a rope flying around her,
"BIG MAC! Watch this creature. Ah'm off to see Twilight and Fluttershy," The orange horse called out.
"Eeyup." said a bigger, red horse. Really setting off the "kids TV show" feeling.
What a day, Twilight first gathers everyone into the castle to discuss about a "Magical Spike". Then that creature turns up with something in hand, that then proceeds to eat her apples! Applejack had it up to here, she was going to see Twilight and Fluttershy to get it sorted out.
Twilight was neck deep in books, looking for a reason to explain the spike. Nothing, nothing, nada, nill, zero, nope. All books had no explanation, it could've been someponys power but really though? Then a knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi Applejack! How are you-" Twilight couldn't finish.
"Twilight, you know ah've seen all possible creatures from the Everfree trying to eat my apples," AJ said, "but there is this new creature I don't recognise."
Twilight jumped up, eyes gleaming. Her mouth slowly opening, then it came.
"NEW SPECIES!" Twilight screamed before disappearing.
Fluttershy stood a bit shook from the sudden teleport. Twilight came into her house, screamed, teleported with her and is now asking her to translate what the creature is saying, She just nodded carefully.
"WONDERFUL!" Twilight announced.
All three teleported back to Sweet Apple Acres.
"So you've worked here for all of your life?" Misty asked.
"Eeyup." Big Mac said in response.
"Why do you always respond like that?" Misty asks, reminding her of Stuhlinger's constant ranting from a German Man.
"Bet." Big Mac said, sighing at the end.
"Hmm. Well, what is your species-" Misty was stopped by a sudden purple spark.
Twilight's mouth slurred together a bunch of words that would make Pinkie proud.
"HimynameistwilightsparkleandIintendtotaskyouabunchofquestionsareyouupforthat?" Twilight spouted out, 5.24 seconds.
The next few hours were of Twilight's questioning. Then one question came about.
"I know I've asked you alot, but why do you look like that?" Twilight questioned.
"Zombies, I know it sounds alot like Sci-fi. Trust me, it is real. Me and three others fought our way across our globe. Hanford, Shanghai, Africa I think?" Misty said in response looking puzzled.
"How did you even survive the outbreak?" Fluttershy said with her pink hair hiding her face.
"With this!" Misty held up County.
"What is-" Twilight asked
"Observe..." Misty aimed at a boulder and shot, an explosion ringing out.
"Oo-rah." Misty said.
Whilst everything was alright for Misty, Marlton was suffering. He accidentally teleported into the "Canterlot Science Department". No clue how he got there, no clue on why he was where he is now and why everything looked colorful.
"Calm down Marlton, you need to keep a cool, level head. Currently your in the medieval form of Prison, not an Oubliette but a Dungeon, so you have that going for you. There is no hellish screams," Marlton rambled looking out of the barred window, "and no sign of that box."
"Do you have to ramble on? Or should we just keep that as a by-gone?" a motherly tone said.
Marlton's head whipped around.
"Judging by the regailia and what you look like compard to the height of the guards I presume; you are the Queen?" Marlton inquired.
"Princess, actually." the tone replied.
"Your Majesty, I am Marlton Johnsohn; Scientist who worked at Camp Edward in the 19-something or rather. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
"Princess Celestia. Are you ready for your interrogation or do you need more rambling time?" Celestia joked.
A beige pop and they were in a room. Really darkly coloured, bland, boring even. Was boredom their method of information interrogation, why at Camp Edward they threatened them with Zombism (pronounced Zombie-ism) but then again the cutsie nature was really going against threatening their lives.
"So," Celestia said with a smile, "where do we start."