//------------------------------// // Ducatel hurricane and Ponyville break in // Story: Four Man Cheeseburger Apocalypse // by Dihinner //------------------------------// Four lone people were standing on the rooftop of a local diner in the town of Ducatel, Mississippi. They had fought their way through the states of Georgia and Louisiana, U.S.A. fighting off people infected with the mysterious disease only known as ‘green flu’. The youngest one, Ellis, called out to his fellow three companions, Coach, Rochelle, and Nick. “Are y’all ready? I’m turning on the sign to call Virgil!” he called out as he turned on the sign. A collective shriek of infected ran out through the overrun town. The survivors faced all sides of the roof as the horde of infected came by the hundreds. “Here they come!” shouted Ellis as the first few infected climbed the building. Rain pounded down on the survivors heads. Fighting the infected on the local Burger tank diner rooftop in the middle of a hurricane waiting for Virgil to pick them up in his boat was not what they would call ‘fun’. “Hyeeh, hyeeh, hyeeh…” cackled a Jockey; a small ‘special’ infected that enjoyed leaping onto people and steering them into a random direction. Ellis turned around to bash an infected’s head off with a bat and coming face to face the deformed head rider. “Jockey!” he yelled to warn the others of its presence. It cackled again and jumped at his head. “AHH! IS THIS THING HUMPIN ME?!” he yelled over the wind of the hurricane. “Jockey on Ellis!” yelled Coach, a former high school coach in Georgia who always had food on his mind, as he revved up his chainsaw and brought it down on the insane infected person. It screeched loudly as it fell limply off Ellis and lay still on the bloody rooftop. “Thanks Coach,” said Ellis as he turned to see some more infected. He heard he wheezing of a Smoker, an incredibly tall infected that uses its long tongue to strangle the survivors, just seconds before it attacked Rochelle, a former news reported from Cleveland Ohio who was reporting the early stages of the infection in Savannah, Georgia when she met the others. Ellis grabbed his auto shotgun and fired it right between the Smoker’s eyes. It exploded into a cloud of smoke. “Thanks, Ellis,” she said right before she started to resume shooting at the horde of infected. This was it. If they could just hold out a little longer, Virgil would pick them up and they would finally get to New Orleans. Ellis took a brief pause to absorb what was going on around him, Coach was mowing the infected down by the dozen, Rochelle had just shot a gas can which started to cause a fire to keep the infected at a distance and Nick, a con man who drifted into Savannah at the wrong place and time who was willing to do almost anything to keep is precious suit safe, was complaining that his suit would be ruined by all the rain and zombie guts. In other words the situation was average. Or… as average as a zombie apocalypse could get. Ellis quickly turned his head to see if Virgil had arrived. And sure enough, their rescuer had seen the sign and was calling for them to hurry up. “Hurry y’all, Virgil’s here!” yelled Ellis over the wind. The survivors then started to run to the boat. Unfortunately, a Jockey, Smoker, Hunter (an average sized infected that could jump over twenty feet into the air to catch and disembowel its prey), a Spitter (an infected woman who could spit a specialised ‘goo’ that burns when touched), a Boomer (a large, fat infected that could throw up a special kind of bile that attracted infected), a Charger (an infected male with an oversized right arm it used for crushing the survivors), and a Tank (a huge infected that was almost entirely muscle and not much else), along with a horde of infected stood in-between them and the boat. The survivors poured out their ammunition into the diseased flesh of the infected. Lightning flashed, illuminating the gigantic body of the Tank. It roared as it grabbed a chunk of the rooftop and hurled it at the survivors. “SHOOT THE TANK!” yelled Nick as lightning continued to flash. It clicked empty as he tossed it aside and continued to run with the others. Then everything started to move in slow motion. The seven ‘special infected’ all started to attack them near the end of the roof of the Burger Tank when the Tank threw a large chunk of concrete. It hit the sign and pointed it diagonally away from the building making it a large lightning rod. Then a bolt of lightning hit the sign and electrocuted the contents of the roof: rain water, Boomer bile, Spitter goo, gasoline, blood and the diesel the survivors were carrying to fuel Virgil’s boat causing a chain reaction and made the roof combust into flame and explode in a large black mushroom cloud. Virgil stared at the explosion in horror. Nothing could have survived that. Not even the indestructible four survivors. Virgil sat back in his seat and made a long, heavy sigh before moving off shore to wait ‘till morning to see what’s left… ******************************************************************************** Nick coughed and sat up from the ground. He took a look at his ruined suit from all the blood and diesel. “Aw, shit!” he muttered as picked himself up and looked for his gun. Then he stopped, vaguely remembered it running out of ammo. Cursing himself, he tried to get the other’s to wake up. “Hey Ellis, I think I see Keith,” said Nick to a sleeping Ellis. He bolted upright, hoping to see his old friend with a thousand tales from before the infection hit. “Huh?! Where?!” Ellis as Nick said started to laugh at him. “Oops, false alarm. It was just a tree.” Ellis glared at him. “That’s wasn’t funny Nick.” “Yeah, yeah,” said Nick as he woke up Rochelle. She groaned slightly as she woke up. “What happened? All I remember is the Tank throwing something at the sign,” she said as she stood up. She looked over her shoulder to see her axe still strapped to her back. She looked at Ellis and Nick. “Where’s Coach?” “I don’t know,” said Ellis. “He’s probably back at the Burger tank getting a cheeseburger,” replied Nick sarcastically. “Boy, you’d want a cheeseburger too if you didn’t care ‘bout that damn suit so much,” said Coach as he walked up to his fellow three survivors. “Now, why don’t we head back to the dinner to tell Virgil that we’re alright?” ****************************************************************************** Twilight was panicking. Yesterday, there was a large storm that the pegasi couldn’t control. It was hurricane force winds and thank Celestia that nopony was hurt. But that wasn’t the reason Twilight was panicking, no, it was because the Princesses are coming to Ponyville n three days and they have no time to prepare and fix up the town. Spike had told her that the princesses would probably reschedule their visit after the town was fixed up. “But Spike, who knows how long that will take!” said Twilight urgently. “So? It’s better that letting the ponies who’s houses were damaged stay out in the cold while everypony else it preparing for the visit,” said Spike as he was putting books on one of the shelves. Twilight sighed, “I hope the princesses will understand.” Spike chuckled, “of course they will Twilight.” ******************************************************************************* “Man, that hurricane hit this place hard,” said Coach as he and the other survivors walked through the town they thought was Ducatel. The moon had risen in the sky. “Don’t you think the houses are a bit… small?” asked Nick as he passed by a house. “Maybe they have really short people here?” suggested Ellis, “kinda like the town my buddy Keith found while looking for a place to stay after he got kicked out of the cemetery he was staying in-“ “Ellis, not now,” replied Rochelle as she walked past a street sign, “Apple Street? I don’t remember seeing that on the way here. Are you sure were still in Ducatel, Coach?” Coach glanced at her, “I don’t know. But we need to find a safe house before the infected beat our unarmed asses.” “Don’t worry Coach, I got a guitar, Rochelle has an axe, Nick has a frying pan and you have your chainsaw. I think we can kill some of the sons a bitches,” said Ellis. The group continued to pass through the deserted town until Coach found a bakery. “Everyone, look what I found!” said Coach upon finding the building, “man, it looks like they got all kinds of food in there…” he said as he looked at cakes and other baked goods inside. “Yeah Coach, maybe they got that cheeseburger you always wanted,” said Nick. “Boy, if I find a cheeseburger I’m going to be a one man cheeseburger APOCOLYPSE,” said Coach as he broke the glass with the side of his chainsaw on one of the windows. The loud alarm sounded as lights and windows started to open all across the street. “Here they come!” said Ellis as he readied his guitar weapon. To his and the other survivors surprise, no infected came out of the windows or doors. In fact, nothing appeared on the street while the survivors scrambled into the building and barricaded themselves inside. When they finally finished blocking the door and windows, Ellis felt something wrap itself around his chest. Suddenly, he was being dragged off by said thing. “SMOKER’S GOT ME!” he yelled just before Rochelle brought down her axe on the Smoker’s tongue, slicing it in half. She bent down and picked up the severed piece of the tongue and held it up. The attacker made a gasping sound and bolted away. The survivors barely noticed as Ellis got himself off the floor. Rochelle looked at the tongue in interest as she realised what it was. “Wait a second,” she said, “this is a rope.” “What? Well who in the right mind would try to strangle me with a rope?” said Ellis, “like seriously, don’t they know that we have a hard enough time with the Smokers doing that?” Suddenly, a loud voice called out from the other room. “now, ah don’t know what a ‘Smoker’ is but let me tell you this,” the voice said, it sounded like a girl, “nopony breaks into mah friend Pinkie pie’s house and gets away with it.” “Who said that?!” Asked Nick as he picked up his frying pan from the floor. “Ah did,” said the voice as it flickered on the lights to reveal an orange pony with a nice hat. The survivors stared at the pony that was glaring at them. “Oh mah gawd, a talking HERSEE!” shouted Ellis as he ran up to the pony. “What the heck are yah doing?” said the pony as it backed away from Ellis, who promptly slipped on some icing and fell face first onto the floor. “First zombies and now talking horses, what kind of flu is this?” said Rochelle as she lowered her axe. Coach walked up beside her. “Girl, we’ve seen all kinds of crazy shit but this?” said Coach as Nick walked up to the small horse and asked it a question. “What the hell are you supposed to be?” asked Nick curiously. “Ah should be asking you the same question,” growled the pony.