My Little Zombie: Fearful Fillies
Chapter 1
"Careful!"
"Look out!"
"This way!"
Three fillies ran desperately through the streets of Ponyville, their footsteps being carried on in the wind of the night, their silhouettes flashing against the walls in the light of the full moon. Their faces were covered in perspiration and their legs ached, but the panic inside of them kept pushing them forward.
"We need a safe place to hide!" One of them said, her Western accent easily recognizable. They turned round a corner and spotted a ladder lying on the ground, laying against a two-storey house that looked dark green in the restricted light of the night. The other house next to them was the same height, but colored dark blue and the windows had been shattered.
"A ladder!" Exclaimed the second filly, her curly purple and pink mane filled with so much sweat that it hung over her unicorn horn, pointing towards the ladder.
"Quick!" The third one shouted, flapping her underdeveloped pegasus wings nervously. She pointed down the alleyway they had come from, where shadows were slowly approaching them, their sources masked by the darkness of the night.
The three young ponies quickly brought up the ladder and laid it against the nearest house, before scrambling up the ladder as fast as they could. Only when they reached the top and retracted the ladder did they stop to catch their breath, barely keeping their balance on the steeply slanted roof.
"What are we going to do, Applebloom?" The unicorn filly asked nervously, panting heavily.
Applebloom swallowed, also breathing hard. The bow in her mane was covered in mud, just like her hooves.
"I don't know, Sweetie Belle. Those things just came up to me while I was picking an apple from the barn, and before I knew it, they started chasing me!" She said, trying not to shake with fear. "Scootaloo! Can you see 'em?"
The pegasus filly, whose usually spiky purple mane was now plastered to her orange hide, peered off the rooftop, scanning for any attacker.
"I don't see anything." She reported.
"Are you sure?" Sweetie Belle asked.
A loud crash from down below shook the three fillies in their places. The three of them craned the heads over the edge of the roof and peered down below. A slow-moving figure, with the vague outline of a horse, was shambling forward.
Sweetie Belle gagged. "Ugh...where's that stench coming from?" She whispered, clasping her nose. Applebloom and Scootaloo sniffed as well, convulsing as the smell reached their nostrils. The smell was of decaying flesh and burned meat, and it was wafting from whatever was shambling towards them. The three of them once again looked over the side of the roof, and Sweetie Belle gasped. Not one, but two earth pony-esque figures staggered below them, deep, incoherent moaning emanating from their mouths. Both were sickly pale, with flesh that seemed to disintegrate actively, one of them, a stallion with a dull grey hide, had his hind legs badly twisted, the useless legs dragging on the ground behind him. Their eyes were blank, not focusing in any direction or showing any sign of life.
"What are those things?" Scootaloo whispered, her voice never sounding so quiet and small.
"I haven't the faintest idea." Applebloom whispered back in a similar fashion. "But they ain't alive, that I know."
The trio watched the shambling, broken ponies stumble past the house they were perched on, letting out deep sighs of relief once they were out of sight.
"We need to tell everypony." Scootaloo said as they gently set they ladder back down on the ground, trying their best to not make noise.
The three fillies grouped together and set off, running in the opposite direction of the shambling ponies.
"We need to warn everypony else, pronto!" Scootaloo whispered as they ran out of the alleyways.
The three of them suddenly stopped in their tracks, sudden realization striking them.
"Wait, where is everypony?" Applebloom asked. Even though it was night, it still was unnaturally quiet. No lights shone through the windows of the houses, no faint sounds of snoring could be heard creeping from the walls and nothing, absolutely nothing, moved or made a sound in the dead of the night.
The fillies started to get nervous. Everything seemed deathly quiet, like the calm before the storm. Something terrible was going to happen, they realized.
"Are...are we alone?" Said a scared Sweeite Belle.
Applebloom gulped. "I think so."
" We need to find out what's going on." Scootallo said, trying hard to be brave for the sake of her friends.
The three of them were scared, but they didn't argue.
"Whatever's going on, we'll find out." Sootaloo said firmly.
"We'll find out." Sweetie Belle and Applebloom repeated.
The three of them nodded at each other.
"Cutie Mark Crusaders, go!" They whispered, bumping hooves. They then set off along the main streets of Ponyville, none of them knowing that there were several hungry and rotten eyes watching them as they ran, before slowly giving chase.
A meal was going to be served.