Out of All The Worlds...

by gordobraveheart

"Don't Leave The House."

"Do you have anything to eat, Gio?"

The question twirled around in my brain. I do have something to eat, but last time I checked, I only had eggs...and bacon. The worst part about it, is that I don’t even have enough eggs to feed six hungry mouths...Or I’m lucky, just Pinkie.

“Actually, food does sound rather scrumptious right about now.” Rarity said. My eyes widened slightly. Maybe it’s just those two who are hungry, and nopony else.

“To be honest, Ah’m kinda hungry too.” Applejack said. She licked her orange lips and looked over at Rainbow Dash. “How ‘bout you sugar cube?”

Rainbow Dash shrugged. “I could go for a haywitch, or at least a glass of orange juice.” The cyan mare flew up from the couch, and landed next to her lavender friend. “Did we even eat anything before we were sucked in through the portal?”

Portal.

The word seemed to never leave me alone, even after Twilight mouthed out. I just sit here, on my chair, thinking about how in the hell I was suppose to feed five mouths. If there’s any luck for me, even just a sliver of it, Fluttershy couldn't seem to be hungry right about-

“Um...I would like a salad, if there is any..”

“Now.” I sighed. Outside, I gave a sad smile at the mares, who were pondering on what to eat, while on the inside, I was straight up losing my shit. How...How can a fourteen year old male and his dog, survive in a world infested with walking trash cans, AND feed six, hungry equine mouths? I started to run my fingers through my curly, black hair, breathing rapidly, darting my eyes around the room. Nino, who was on Fluttershy’s lap, or, left hind leg, stared at me, nodding his head.

“Is something wrong, Giovanni?” Twilight’s voice snapped me out of my funk. I looked up at the grape colored mare, then at her bright fruit colored friends. Twilight was not that far away from me, about 3 feet, yet she still kept her distance. “Are you OK?”

I sighed, OK? How am I suppose to be OK, when I have to feed six snouts? Including my dog, of course. “Yea, I’m fine Twilight Sparkle,” I say. I did not want to say her first name because I was not sure if only her friends called her that. So to be safe, better call them by their full name. “I’m just a little...stressed. No need to worry though, I’m OK as of now.” I faked a smile at her. She nodded turning back to her friends.

I stand up from my chair, rubbing my hands together. I looked at all of their sweet, innocent faces. They can’t take on a zombie worth shit, and as a matter of fact, neither can I. Only when the adrenaline gets me pumping...and the fear for my life. I looked down at Nino, and I gave him a serious look. His ears perked up in curiosity at first, but then he nodded for what I was about to say.

I turned around to the my old school T.V, pointing a finger at it. “Girls, this right here, is a T.V. It’s like a picture, except the pictures on the screen move.” All of them tilted their heads, which made me Daw for about five seconds. I opened one of the cupboards under the T.V and pulled out the slick, grey coated, blue buttoned remote.

“This,” I said, pointing to the remote. “Allows me to watch these moving pictures, turn the volume up or down, and flip through channels.” Before one of them could ask a question, I turned on the T.V. It’s screen whent from black, to a flash of green and white, to a dark, navy blue, meaning the box to change the channels was not on. They all ooded as I turned on the box.

Since the first day we got this box, I have recorded every possible kid show I could records, either for emergencies, or just because I didn’t felt like flipping through channels.

Selecting what show they should watch, I smiled as I reached to my little sisters favorite show, Victorious. But my heart sank when I looked even lower.

About ten shows down, was an episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I regretted the idea of ever showing them the T.V, but then I realized that all the shows about MLP, were recordings of ICarly, Victorious, and for some reason but very thankful that it was there, two episodes of Drake and Josh. Man I loved that show.

I click on Victorious, and shoved the remote in my pocket, turning around and smiling at the ponies. I made sure I turned the volume low, not wanting anything to hear the opening theme of the show. They were all still on the couch, but they tilted their heads at the opening. I explained a little about the show, who stars in it and what they did, and they seemed to understand.

One thing's for sure though, as long as I have the remote, they won’t be able to watch themselves. Also, theres like, a lot of shows above M.L.P, so I’m good...Hopefully.

I looked over next to the door, and there it was: My ax. On top of it was my white hoodie, and I noticed how it was stained with blood, thankfully not too much, on the sleeves. I sighed,
thankful that the ponies did not noticed the...

Oh shit. How am I going to explain to them about the ax?

I slightly started to panic, but then I realized, they had wooden homes too,right? Which means that they would build wooden houses, and paper comes from trees, and pencils come from trees, and to cut down trees, you’ll need an ax! Yes, that’s it!

I turned away from the T.V and grabbed my ax quickly, wrapping it around with my own hoodie. I was going to leave through the back of my house, but then a sudden thought hit me.

The meat cleaver.

I turned around to the table, were the bucket full of change was. There, stabbing the table with its sharp, steel blade, the cleaver shown in the fluorescent, cheap light. I walked over to it, carefully pulling it away so that the mane six would not hear the noise. Finally pulling it out, I holded the clever in front of my torso and the ax in my hoodie, wrapping them both in it so they would not notice it. I looked at the mane six, were were too busy staring at the screen, walking away, I hear Rarity making comments about their clothes, Applejack and Rainbow Dash making talking about a scrawny kid, Twilight asking questions frequently, Pinkie just being herself, and Fluttershy humming the soft tune of the shows’ intro.

At times like this, you have to get creative. Very creative. I walked into the kitchen, made a quick left turn, and proceeded walking downstairs.

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The lights were always on when I entered the basement. Always. Hell, even when I was little I would keep it on every night, just to make sure no scary monsters or large spiders would crawl from it. But as I grew older, I found out there is nothing to fear, but fear itself.

And spiders. Fuck spiders.

So growing a pair, I walked downstairs and turned on the lights from both the light bulb and the fluorescents. Looking around, I noticed various of objects that my family would usually have: A washing machine, hangers, dryer, sink, tools.

Tools. Nails, hammers, hedge clippers, a sledgehammer, a measuring scale, screwdrivers, power drills, (which I have only used when boarding up the windows) and last but not least, two heavy fire extinguishers. But that’s not what I need, what I need are only three simple basic things: Nails, a hammer, and duct tape. The heavy duty, grey kind.
Walking over to a little work bench where the lights shined above it, I unwrapped the axe from the from the hoodies grasp and placed it on the table vertically. Facing the blunt part of the blade to the right side, I placed the meat cleaver above the wooden stick that held the heavy metal of the blade. Carefully with one hand, I grabbed three large nails and one hammer, placing them next to the axe. I looked around some cupboards and there I found my savior.

Duct tape.

Unrolling some quickly, I placed three strips of it on top of the wooden handle of the cleaver, making sure it was sturdy enough for me to nail the three, large nails through. And damn, these nails were freakin’ huge.

Grabbing the first nail and a nearby hammer, I carefully placed the large nail over the wooden grasp, and with one great BANG, slammed the nail into it’s wooden structure. Then I realized, the ponies might get curious and wonder what in the hell I am doing.

“Fuck it.” I muttered. I quickly grabbed the second nail and BANG! It was stuck inside the handle. I stayed quiet, waiting to see oif the ponies heard anything.

Nothing. The only sound they could hear was either their own breaths, Nino’s panting, or the T.V’s noise. Thank Nino, he panted loudly too.

“Now for the last one.” I said. I grabbed the next nail, and with one swing of my hammer, I brought it down with all of my force, stabbing it through two, hard wooden handles. Satisfied, I gently pulled it into the air, waving it safely away from my face. Three, large metallic circles filled the cleavers handle, and only small, sharp points, ended behind the ax’s wooden grasp. But no, I wasn’t done yet, I needed to make sure that this would stay on, and luckily, I had duct tape.

Wrapping the silver, tongue-like sticky substance around the cleavers handle, I stopped and thought for a minute.

“What the hell should I name it?” I think outloud. It was a homemade weapon, but what should it be called? Then, another thought, no, more like a memory hit me harder than two sacks full of bricks. I quickly ran upstairs, trying to silent my footsteps on the way. I took one quick peek out of the kitchen, noticing that the mane six giggled a bit at Tori and her friends’ antics. I smiled, then quickly grimaced at the thought of how my sister liked that show...I miss her.

Running up stairs, I barged into my room and looked around my flat screen. At first, I couldn’t find it, but after cursing a bit and actually paying attention to my surroundings, I had found it.

It was a slick, onyx colored switch blade, with a black handle and red ghost like strips passing by it. In the middle of it, a white skull rested, mouth agape and teeth showing slightly. I smiled, remembering the first day I got it...It was a gift from my older sister. She brought it back with her from her trip in Chicago, bringing other sorts of toys and candy from Chinatown.

I flipped open the blade, staring at it’s sharp, small jagged teeth and lastly, its steel, sharp pointed structure, able to stab something easily with one single thrust if aimed correctly. I brought the duct tape with me, knowing I would need it, and began wrapping the grey tape around both of the switchblade, and the bottom of the wooden handle.

Laying the new, hand made(well, it was all ready hand made, I just put two and two together and then...you know, invented it)weapon on my bed, I needed to give it a name, what should I call it? Skullcrusher? Neck slicer? Meatshop Massi(cre)? The possibilities were endless.

Then it hit me harder than...you know what? It didn't hit me harder than Applejack’s buck to my nuts, fuck that.

I lifted the weapon in front of me, giving it a large, uppercut swing that almost touched the ceiling. I didn’t feel any rattling, or any of the tape coming off, just the sound of wind being sliced. Then, I pretended to stab the air with the switchblade tapped to the bottom of the ax. If felt light, agile, and easy to use actually. I smiled realizing what I was going to call it.

“SwitchAxe Cleaver.” I smiled, liking the sound of the name. “Or S.A.C, for short.”

I left and turned off the lights from my room, heading my way downstairs.

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After coming back from the second floor and coming back from the basement to retrieve my white hoodie, I hesitated before entering the living room. Not wanting to cause any attention, I left my S.A.C on the kitchen table and walked into the room. The girls no longer seemed to enjoy the show, as I noticed Applejack and Rainbow Dash hoof-wrestling, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy playing with Nino, and Rarity and Twilight Sparkle discussing something I didn’t seem to actually feel like eavesdropping about. I smiled at them. Damn these ponies, even when I don’t have anybody to turn to, they still make me happy, even if they don’t mean to. With a lump in my throat, I covered my eyes with my hood, calling them out.

“Girls.” They did not respond. “Um..Mares?” There eyes all darted towards me, even my dog. As soon as he saw the look on my face, He knew what I was about to say.

“I need to go outside to get some food for all of you real quick. Is that OK with all of you?” They all looked at each other, Applejack shrugged, Rarity seemed to not really care, Fluttershy stayed quiet, and Twilight...well she asked what everypony was thinking.

“Why can’t we go with you?”

Choked. I tried to speak, but I...I just couldn’t. I was choking as I tried to find an excuse, a good one too, but sadly, I couldn’t find any. I swallowed the lump in my neck and stepped back. I didn’t say anything, I just covered my face with my hood.

“Hey! She asked you a question bub! And last time I heard, you said you would answer all of our questions.” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“Damn it.” I muttered. I clenched my teeth tightly. I couldn’t just back away from this, I did say I would answer all their questions. But for now, I had to ignore this one, so I only gave her a simple answer.

“All I have to say, is that outside, it’s...not so friendly. I’ll...tell you more about it when I come back with food, OK Rainbow Dash?” With that, I walked towards the kitchen, but not without Rainbow pondering me again.

“What do you mean “not so friendly?” Is there something you're not telling us?” She said.

Damn it. She caught me again. To make matters worse, I’m also housing the Element of Honesty, and she can see a damn lie from a freakin’ mile away. I was at a lost for words. The thought of them seeing those things horrified me. Eventually, I had tears sweeling up in my eyes. What the hell would Celestia and Luna do if there precious ponies are hurt? Would they put me in a cell? Kill me?

…Turn me into stone?

No. No, I won’t let that happen. I will not let anyone, anything, or even anypony come between me and their safety. There lives depend on me until Twilight finds away to get back home, and then she could live happily with her friends.

Yea... I want that to happen. Fuck my fears. It’s just like what Tallahassee said from the movie, “Zombieland”.

Time to nut up, or shut up.

I turned around at the six, my eyes watery from small tears seeping out. I swallowed whatever fear I had left of these ponies getting hurt. I am not going to let that happen. I took a deep breath, and stared at them all.

“Out there, there are things. You do not want to encounter them. They are not as friendly as me, so until I come back from the outside..,
Don’t leave the house.”

“When I come back, expect to hear three knocks, like this.” I demonstrated by knocking on my wall.

I turned away from the ponies, grabbing the S.A.C blade from the table and hiding it above my chest and under my hoodie, making sure they did not see it. As I opened the lock to the back door, I could hear little pawsteps. I turn around to see Nino nodding at me, but I only shook my head.

“Stay with them, Nino. Keep them company while I’m gone.” As I turn around and open the door, I could hear Nino whimper. It was time for him to nut up or shut up too.

Without looking back, I began to speak. “If you leave this house...Fluttershy will be in danger too.”

I heard no more whimpering, in stead, I heard a loud growl. I smiled at my dog. It seems he cares about Fluttershy more than anypony else.

I close the door behind me, locking it from the outside. and began walking towards my front porch.

I just realized that I had nowhere else to look. My store I use to go to was empty, my family is no where, and I have know Idea where I should go. Unless...

Yes...there is a possibility that he is still alive. He was a cook back than, so he must know how to handle these zombies without getting himself injured, using his knifes as well. But could he still be alive? Or did the military come for him too? There was only one way to find out. And he only lived 35 minutes away from my house.

I took out my phone and check the time. It read 1:20. Time must have passed by while I was building this contraption in my hands. I gripped it tightly, feeling the cold wind blow on my soft skin, my hood covering my eyes and my glasses pushed back so that I could see.

I stepped in the middle of the road, walking down the concrete path. It was time to see him again, like I always had too ever since they separated.

It was time to visit my dad.

A/N: My fellow readers...

Prepare for some zombie action next chapter. Shit is about to go down.

-Your brony rapper, Gordo