Mob of The Dead: Aftermath

by Juggernaut


(4) First Day In the Palace (Part 2)

Weasel followed Celestia out of the door, and into a large corridor. She showed him the dining hall, and the guard cafeteria. The thing that confused Albert was the fact that there were no guards.

"Hey, um... Celestia..." Weasel's voice echoed through the large cafeteria. "Why are there no guards anywhere?" Celestia laughed lightly.

"I was serious when I said that I don't think you should be introduced to the public yet. I've told all of the guards to clear out of the area's that I'm showing you today."

"Okay..." Weasel sighed.

"Tell me about your species... About your past." Celestia said to Albert opening the next door into another corridor.

"My species is called human, by the way. We live in a planet called Earth, I say which planet we live on because I'm sure this is not Earth." Weasel said, tilting his hat.

"You'd be right in saying that. I've never heard of a planet called Earth." Celestia said, "Anyways, This is the Princess' dining room. Both me and Luna eat here. You will be eating here too."

The two walked into the Princess' dining room which was a medium sized room with one table, a really soft carpet, and a large bay window overlooking a large town below the castle.

"Woah..." Weasel said with awe as he looked out the window at Canterlot.

"This... Is Canterlot." Celestia said, walking up behind Albert. Weasel noticed small moving dots of various color moving along the city streets. He squinted his eyes so he could see better, and realized that they were ponies.

"This is amazing!" Weasel said happily, literally filled with joy.

"Do you not have places like this on Earth?" Celestia said, looking at Weasel.

"Well... We do, it's just... It's all just so colorful!" He said, turning around to face Celestia. "Back on Earth the only colors of the city were grey, light grey, and dark grey."

Celestia smiled at the joy filled Weasel looking down at the city. He turned back around after a while, and said "Where to?"

"That's pretty much it for today," Celestia said, "I couldn't get the guards to clear out any more than this. They said it'd be too risky."

"Ok..." Weasel's happy smile went back to a bored half frown, half straight face. "Now what?" Weasel asked, half uninterested.

"We're going to my study, I'm going to teach you about this land, to get you started on getting ready to be revealed to the public." Celestia answered, "Oh, I almost forgot! You never told me about your past."

Weasel went silent. He was thinking of a way to get out of the question. He was silent for a good twenty seconds before the princess chuckled. "Albert, I know" She said.

"W-what?" Weasel panicked. He thought about running, but he knew that the princess would use a spell or something to kill him. "So... Uh... I'm going to be punished, right?" Weasel asked, he knew it was too good to be true, a world where people didn't want him dead.

"No, Albert, I'm willing to give you a second chance... Besides, the last few moments of your life were enough punishment." Celestia said, staring at Weasel's knee, it happened to be the knee that Billy had shot off.

"How do you know?" Weasel asked, in relief.

"Luna showed me using her "secret spell" To be honest, I've known about it for quite some time." Celestia said, opening the door to the study, and waved Weasel into it.

"What secret spell?" Weasel asked,

"I'll tell you later" Celestia said, shutting the door behind them. "Anyways, those three other people you were with were really bad people, you were different, why did you fall into that gang?"

"I... I needed the money." Weasel said with shame.

"Don't be ashamed, if you ask me, I need more guards with the fighting skill of you! If that were my guards in the same situation as you in that prison, they'd be dead in a second!" Celestia said, trying to cheer him up.

"Anyways, That undead thing you got stuck in was obviously some sort of punishment for the things you did during your life." Celestia said to Weasel, "The other three deserved it, being cold hearted killers in all, but... What did you do for the universe to think you deserved being stuck in an undead filled prison?"

"I have no idea..." Weasel said, going over the worst things he did during his life, but none of them seemed to be as bad as what the others did on a daily basis.

"Well Albert, as long as you don't go back into a life of crime while you're here, I think you'll like living in Equestria." Celestia said, smiling. "Well then, that's all I can show you for now, everywhere else in the palace is filled with top Equestrian guards. I'll show you a different section tomorrow, and then another the day after that, and by then you should have seen all parts."

The two started backtracking towards Luna's chamber. They said nothing the whole time except for one final conversation outside of Luna's place.

"Get to know my sister better, she's fascinated by you, I can tell. You and her also have similar pasts of being ignored, and hated." Celestia said right outside the doors, quietly. Albert nodded, and quietly promised he would. Celestia then trotted away, off to do her princess-y duties. Weasel was left standing quietly at the door. He had no idea of the Equestrian standards, should he just walk in? Should he knock? Should he do something else that the Equestrians made up?

He knocked to be safe, and he could hear Luna slowly trot from her kitchen over to the door. "Who's there?" She asked through the door.

"It's Weasel." Albert said, in his raspy voice. Luna quickly opened the door and pulled Weasel in.

"Did any guards bother you on the tour?" She said, as Weasel sat down on one of the chairs near one of the several bookshelves in her room.

"No, I haven't seen anyone besides you and Celestia yet." Weasel said, "Also, what's your plan on introducing me to all of the other horses?"

"We're ponies, and to answer your question, tomorrow we'll show you to the lead guard of the palace, and the rest depends on how he reacts." Luna answered, taking a book out of the shelve, and using her levitation spell to hold it in front of her, and flip to the marked page.

Weasel starred. Just like one of my comics... He said in his head. He took off his hat, and scratched his head. Luna peaked over. He had stopped staring and was just deep in thought. It was the first time she had seen him without his hat on, she wondered why he never takes it off. His hair was really short, and brown, and the light bounced off of it, making it shine.

Weasel put his hat back on and looked at Luna. "So... What time is it?" He asked.

"It's about six in the afternoon." Luna said quietly. "You're tired, I can see it, you should be getting to bed."

"Where will you sleep?" Weasel asked.

"I just woke up, I sleep during the day, and I live during the night." Luna explained, reading her book.

"Ah, ok, well then. I guess I'll be getting to sleep." Weasel said. He normally wouldn't go to sleep this early, but even after a 25 hour sleep session, he was stilled tired, and aching from the Alcatraz outbreak.

He walked into the next room over, and hopped onto the bed, and silently laid there until he fell asleep.

Weasel stood up silently, his body was beaten and bruised. He coughed and blood came out. "Ugh... Wha-... What happened? He fell to the floor, and he opened his eyes. He was lying on the cold concrete floor of the docks, near the juggernog machine. Lying to the left of him was a M1911. He grabbed it, and stood up again. The pain seemed to go away when the more he walked. He grunted, and shambled towards the Juggernog machine. He bought it, his understanding was the drink makes it so you don't feel pain, but when he bought it, the bottle came out empty. Completely empty.
He bought it again and the same thing happened.

Weasel jumped when the yell of the guard, the unkillable zombie, shook the ground. "The guard's coming!" Weasel panicked. Looking for a better weapon than the M1911. The ground started shaking uncontrollably, and finally, Albert had no other choice but to fight with his pistol against the demon. He shot three rounds before the guard grabbed weasel by the neck, and slammed him repeatedly against the stone wall. Every hit made Albert's view go darker, and more blurry.

Weasel's vision went dark, and the last thing he heard before he woke up was:

"YOU MAY HAVE PHYSICALLY ESCAPED MY HELL, 101A, BUT I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU." The voice, was that of the guard.