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// Hasty Preparations 
// Story: The Poncho Chronicles II: South Beach 
// by BRyeMC 
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	“Guys! We need to leave this hotel before zombies get us!” yelled Poncho as he ran through the hallway back to his room. Cannon, being trained to sleep with one eye open, immediately sprung up, with a butter knife in hoof, barrel-rolled into the hallway and stood up looking at Poncho, knife at ready.. 
"For Celestia's sake calm down!" said Poncho, who flinched back.
"Well you should know by now not to wake me up in such a matter, you sketched out fuckface." retorted Cannon.
"Wow,” said Poncho looking sad and pissed off at the same time. He shook his head and continued to explain his random yelling “Anyways Cannon! We need to get everything the hell up and the fuck out of here! Zombies are fucking everywhere man!".
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."
"No man! I'm totally s-"
"This is fucking awesome! Lets go kill some mother fuckers!" yelled Cannon.
The ecstatic pony then ran over to another door of the hotel. After banging on it for a few seconds, he broke into it. Soon, shouts from Patel and Wahlburn were heard from the hallway and in a few seconds, all three of them were clad in makeshift armor and weaponry. 
“I always dreamed about a zombie breakout,” said Patel grinning, “time to own some bitches.”
“Yeah brother!” yelled Wahlburn in excitement. “Who else is going to come with us?” 
“Well let’s see,” said Patel stroking his jaw while thinking, “Jeb won’t come since he’s Jeb and Sticky and Rivs are too busy with debating about basketball all the damn time.”
“Well, how about Tyrone and Clyde?” asked Wahlburn.
“How about you guys think about this in the morning and get rest?” asked Poncho.
“Fuck that noise. Besides, by the time morning comes around, the other residents will be yelling at each other for food to stock up for upcoming wait game.” Wahlburn and the others then went back to ignoring Poncho and talking about their plan.
Angered, Poncho went back to his room. He walked past the still sleeping Twilight and Fluttershy and onto the futon. Before thinking about the whole zombie ordeal, he quickly subsided to slumber. 

Poncho was quickly awoken by the beaming South Beach rays through the window and the talking in the hallway. After falling to the floor, he slowly walked out of the room. Cannon, Patel, and Wahlburn were giving orders to the others, including a random appearance by Fluffy. Poncho walked up to them. “What’s going on?”
“Well, as figured, the hotel already ran out of food due to the other residents. There’s a giant mob of ponies in the lobby demanding food and other shit and we aren’t going to even bother with that noise. So, we need to journey out and retrieve some for us.” Wahlburn began to strap on his makeshift protective jacket. He waved his hooves to quiet the noise and spoke loudly throughout the floor. “Us three will be labeled as Silver Team, while you all will be Gold Team. Gold Team will remain at the hotel while Silver Team will be recon and supply gatherers.” The others all nodded.
“Because of this, we need leaders, probably three, for Gold Team and we have chosen the lucky suckers,” said Cannon. “First, Tyrone, you will be in charge of access to this floor, seeing how we are the only residents on this floor. We took the key from the lobby and with this, we can lock the door from anything trying to get us. Seeing how we are pretty high up in here, the only way to get up here is the stairs, elevator, and the roof.” Tyrone gave a salute and nodded.
“Second,” said Wahlburn, “since most of you probably couldn’t handle pain at all, we nominate Applejack as main fighter if there ever is a zombie or hostile resident up here. You can’t trust randoms during zombie outbreaks, that’s just common sense.” Applejack gave a nod of entrustment.
“Last,” said Patel, “as the main overseer of Gold Team, we choose Clyde. Your goal is simple, make sure everyone is not trying to kill each other, or themselves, and help Tyrone or Applejack when needed. Also, we found some walkie-talkies in the storage room of the hotel and you can have this one. Don't ask us why we aren't using cellular device. These are cooler. Anyway, we can use them to communicate with each other.” Clyde walked up to him and took the item. Patel motioned to him closer and whispered so no one else could hear. 
“We wanted to have you come with us, but we know how much you don’t give two flying fladoodles about zombies.” Patel grinned. “Besides, we also know how much you would want to stay behind to protect your b-, oops, I mean your special lady friend.” 
Clyde looked at him and gave a warning glare. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. I told you to never call her that again.”
Patel laughed and grinned again. “Hey, I might not even see you again. I had to at least tell you before I died just to piss you off one last time.” Clyde brushed past him and returned beside Tyrone and Applejack.  
“Alright, we’re heading out. We might never return so I just want to say, stay strong my good old and new friends. Before we go, are there any questions?” 
There was a silence throughout the room. After a few seconds, a shout from Fluffy bloomed into the air. “Gold Team RULES!”
Cannon, Patel, and Wahlburn all waved goodbye and rushed down the stairwell in anticipation of what was about to come.