Preban was sleeping on his shift yet again, when Franky bitch slapped him awake. “Wake up, asshole, we’ve got zombies trying to force their way through the doors!”
“Well fuck me, let’s go,” said Preban stretching. Preban got up out of his chair and rushed into the lobby. He saw a massive horde of zombies clawing and pushing at the front doors.
“We can’t hold the doors much longer, they’re pushing through!” yelled some ponies that were part of the hotel staff. Their barricades were slowly falling into pieces. Preban looked at the door carefully.
“On three open the doors and get in a defensive posture, we’re gonna have to fight them. Franky go upstairs and tell everyone to get ready to bug out just in case shit gets real.” Franky nodded and quickly rushed up the stairs to warn the others while the rest of the staff got ready for the ensuing fight. “Alright, One, Two, Three!!!”
The doors were swung open and zombies poured in.
After stumbling up the staircase because of the sudden rush, Franky finally made it to the top floor and saw Fluffy and Spike. “Hey, you two!”
“Sup brah,” said Spike, “do you want some grass or what?”
“No no, there are zombies breaking into the hotel, get your shit together just in case it doesn’t get sorted out.” Franky began his way back downstairs.
“Wait,” called out Fluffy, “how would we know if we would have to leave or not?”
“If someone doesn’t come back in five minutes then get the hell out of here.” Franky then disappeared down the stairwell leaving the two confused. Fluffy and Spike quickly alerted the others and everyone packed the essentials and gathered near the stairs.
“Where’s Tyrone and Poncho?” asked Pinkie.
“No idea,” said Fluffy, as he brushed past her, mostly to ignore her. He was still trying to find the rest of his stuff.
Meanwhile, on the hotel roof, Tyrone and Poncho were talking about what they would do when they got back home.
“When we get back, Imma open up a pimpin business, and you can be my partner,” said Tyrone.
Poncho looked away quickly. “No that’s alright, I think I’m going work at that potato chip factory in town.”
“Why?”
“I think you get a discount if you work for the company.”
Tyrone took a step backwards. “Damn son, how much do you spend on chips that you need a discount that big?”
“50,000 dollars a year,” said Poncho.
“Shiieeeeeeeeettttt.”
Back at the staircase, the rest of the group had finally stopped waiting after ten whole minutes.
“Spike go check the roof, they’re probably up there,” said Fluffy angrily.
At first sighing, Spike made his way to the roof to find Poncho explaining to Tyrone why he ate so many chips. “Guys, we might have to evacuate the hotel lets go,” said Spike.
“Alright man, let me find Greg,” said Tyrone. Spike ran back downstairs and told the group they were coming.
“Hey Tyrone, I don’t think I’m coming,” said Poncho.
“C’mon mayne, why the fuck not?”
“I’ve got some, uh, problems I want to work out.”
“Aight, whatever mayne.”
“Forget this, I’m leaving. It’s been ten minutes, and forget about Poncho and Tyrone. They can hold their own,” said a very anger Rainbow Dash.
“Calm down,” said Twilight, “give them a few seconds.” As she finished, Tyrone sped past them.
“Tyrone what are you doing?!” yelled Fluffy.
“I can’t find Greg, mayne. Just go without me I can catch up.”
Fluffy sighed. “Alright everyone let’s go.”
The group, excluding Pocho and Tyrone, slowly made their way down the stairs. Eventually, they made their way to the lobby. The lobby at this time was vacant and mostly destroyed.
“There’s no one here! What the fucking fuck?” asked Spike. He noticed Twilight's glare to his side about cursing, but he paid no attention to it.
“Wait, what’s that in the corner?” asked Fluffy, pointing. As Fluffy approached, the mass in the corner shifted. “Holy shit, Preban and Franky are holding each other.”
“And crying like little bitches,” laughed Spike. The group walked over to them and asked what had happened.
“Well, right as we opened the doors to let the zombies in I literally shit myself. Then like thirty seconds later Franky came down and he shit, too.” Preban shifted a little.
“Where’s the rest of the staff?” asked Twilight.
“They escaped out the back, they said something about going to an arena in the city.”
“Alright I know how to get there,” said Fluffy, “It’s not safe here anymore so let’s get the hell out of this crummy hotel.”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” said Franky.
Everyone slowly snuck to the back door, not to alert any zombies that might have stayed behind. Fluffy checked outside and made sure the area was clear. Fluffy decided to take a longer, yet safer backway to ensure they wouldn’t come across many, if any, zombies.
“Damn, what smells like shit?” asked Spike, holding his nose.
“Probably Franky and I, you dumb dragon fuck,” responded Preban.
“I thought you were just dicking around when you said that,” said Spike. “Also, I love you guys too.”
“No, we actually shit ourselves,” said Franky.
Just then Fluffy turned right into the next alley and bumped into something. “OH SHIEET, it’s a fucking zombie!”
“I got you, bro!” Spike jumped onto the zombie and tried to wrestle it to the ground. The group sighed in relief to see Cannon was the one Spike was trying to kill.
“What the fuck is going on, get off of my back, asshole,” said Cannon throwing Spike on the ground.
“Oh sorry,” said Spike rubbing his head, “we thought you were a zombie and shit.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Well I can see that now.”
Cannon turned around and shouted behind him. “Guys, I found the hotel group!” After a few seconds, the rest of the remaining scavengers appeared at the end of the alleyway and greeted the others.
“What smells like shit?” asked Patel as he got a scent of the smell.
“Long story,” said Spike.
“No it’s not, Franky and Preban shit themselves.”
Wahlburn looked up. “Gnarly.”
“Sooooo,” said Spike looking around, “I guess Pharlin either stayed back, died, or you abandoned him because he was brothers with that Xarlin tool?”
“Yep. He died,” said Patel. He seemed to not be bothered by his death at all.
“I could see that coming from approximately three and a half miles away.”
“So, where you guys going?” asked Cannon looking at all of them and noticing the packs and whatnot.
“The arena.”
“You mean the same arena Clyde went to and that we also did a few days ago to watch the Flamers get destroyed because LeBrony is a joke?”
“Yeah,” said Fluffy laughing, “the hotel lobby got purged so we’re looking for the rest of the staff, who are apparently going to the arena.
“Well it looks like we’re going to the same place then.” Cannon looked the direction of the arena and waved the group to follow him in his trek.
“Oh, we also found the cure. You know for the zombies and shit?” said Wahlburn.
“Yeah, nobody really cares,” replied Spike.
The group exited the alleyway and made their way to the streets when they were blinded by flood lights. “Don’t move!!” shouted a soldier, who came out from behind the blinding light.
Fluffy dropped his pack and raised his hooves. “We’re just civilians, we need to get to the arena.”
The soldier walked around him then threw his cigar into the dirt. “Keep your hooves up, we’re going to search all of you then we can take you to the arena.”
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