The journey back to the hotel was easier than the journey to the arena. Instead of taking the park route from before, Clyde went along the streets and through alleys to get back to the hotel in the fastest possible way. Once there, he noticed the lack of guards or security at the front gates. He made his way back to the lobby where he once stood a few hours ago. Most of the lobby was torn apart, as the windows were either cracked or shattered. The furniture that was part of the barricade was scattered around the floor. Seeing no other option, Clyde turned around and went up the stairs to the floor where they stayed at.
Once on the floor, he saw the empty chair on where Tyrone sat to keep floor watch. Clyde turned the corner and saw that the doors to the rooms were still intact.
“Good,” he said, “looks like the zombies didn’t make it up here.” He went into each room searching for traces of clues on where Tyrone or Poncho could have gone. After searching all of the rooms, including his own, Clyde sat down on the bed. He looked out the door to the hallway and remembered this was the place Poncho and him had that argument those few days ago. Clyde chuckled to himself.
“Heh. That argument was so pointless after I think about it now.” He looked outside the glass doors to the balcony. He looked across the skyline and saw the distant horizon of the ocean. He shifted his gaze and saw the clean hotel pool below the room. “When was there even a pool at this place?”
Just then he heard a noise from the closet. Curious he walked over to it and opened it.
“Gah man, you back!” said Tyrone as he rolled out of the closet.
“Tyrone? What were you doing in there?” asked Clyde as he helped his good friend up.
“Well man, I heard you down here earlier and I wanted to give you your bag back. You left so I put it in the closet, thinking you were going to come back for it.”
“So you are the one who stole it from me?”
“I didn’t mean to steal it, only borrow. I wasn’t going wake your ass up.”
“Why did you two stay behind and where is Poncho?”
“Poncho? I don’t know man, but I stayed back because I couldn’t find Greg. I forgot I made him turn into a new hat that I put inside your bag.”
Clyde picked up his bag and put it on. “I guess we need to find Poncho then we can leave.” Before they could say anything, a strange growl was heard from the doorway. They both turned around and saw that a zombie was looking right at them. As the zombie stepped forward, Clyde and Tyrone stepped back.
“What are we gunna do?” asked Tyrone nervously.
“I don’t know!” yelled Clyde.
“STAY AWAY FROM MY FRIENDS!”
Before Clyde or Tyrone could even think, Poncho ran into the room, running into the zombie and pushing him through the glass door and over the balcony. In shock, Clyde and Tyrone went over to the hail of glass shards. Clyde thought the world was in slow-motion, as he saw Poncho and the zombie falling more than twenty stories downwards to the pool below.
“Mmm, whatcha say...,” began Tyrone. Clyde snapped out of it and punched Tyrone, telling him to stop.
“What the hell just happened?” asked Clyde sporadically.
“I don’t know man. I’m just tryna get in the mood.” They quickly ran down the flight of stairs, ran through the lobby, and headed outside towards the pool. Once at the pool, they saw Poncho begin to crawl in the low section, trying to get out of the pool. Tyrone and Clyde helped him out of it.
“Poncho, you a crazy bastard, man,” said Tyrone.
“Seriously, though, that was pretty freakin’ sweet,” said Clyde.
“Heh...I know you guys woulda did the same thing.” Poncho laid down on the concrete. “I landed on the zombie once we hit the water, so I’m lucky.” He looked over at the pool again and sat back up quickly. The zombie was slowly walking out of the pool.
“What the-?” said Clyde, “how is that still alive?” Before anyone could plan an attack, a gunshot went off behind them and the zombie fell into the pool, bloodying the pool water. The three of them looked behind them.
A stallion was carrying a 9mm pistol and was looking at them with his head slightly tilted in the air. He kept nodding his head upwards while remaining his pistol and body still. “You guys alright?” he asked them.
“Yeah, I think we good,” replied Tyrone, “hey wait a min’, I know you. You Andy Samberg.”
He smiled. “That I am, my good friends, that I am.”
* * * * *
It has been one year since the events in South Beach and our group had made it out barely unscathed. Quantico turned up shortly after Poncho saved Clyde. As it turns out, he was in a mechanics garage holding up with three others. The mechanic ended up fixing the bus for free, meaning everyone could return home. They stopped at a few places on the way back to the Canterlot area, but they made not to stay in one area too long.
Pharlin’s cure was given to the NG by Wahlburn and was quickly deployed. After a few hours, all the zombies in South Beach were killed and the city was back to reconstruct all the damage the zombies had caused in the city.
For Twilight and her friends, they returned back to Ponyville and had their curse undone to return them to normal and able to use magic or flight. Spike decided to move out of Twilight’s house and live with Wahlburn since he wanted to enjoy life more in extreme ways. Twilight obviously didn't want that to happen, but she uncharacteristically allowed it, saying Spike was just going through a phase.
Almost everyone else in Poncho's group spent their next year differently. Wahlburn and Spike were caught with weed and were forced to do community service and to take rehab, which they both finished within six months. The rehab obviously didn't purge their love of “dat dere ganja”, as they actually began dealing shortly after, and, as the statement goes, they began “making bank”.
Tyrone decided to take a break from basketball and was put in jail for robbing a local chicken restaurant for all of their chicken. Tyrone got a generous sentence of eight months, in which he spent his time getting even more jacked. When Tyrone got out, he carried through with his pimping idea, which made him a fair bit of money.
Poncho also went through with his idea and began work at the local potato chip factory. He did get discounts, 50% actually. This saved him $25,000 for the year.
Clyde stayed in the Verona area, who soon joined Canterlot's basketball team, which was only a short ride from said town. Majority of the time, he stayed at Ponyville to be with his new girlfriend to see her everyday. They spent majority of each day together, which made his friends pissed off at him some more, but Clyde had no worries and ignored their pointless rage.
Cannon decided to try his luck making the local basketball team with Clyde, Sticky, and Rivs. They all made the reserve squad in the new Canterlot Crusaders basketball team, except Clyde who was a starter, as undrafted rookies. With the money they all got from ballin', they all rented their own condo in Verona.
Jeb became a-, wait it doesn't really matter what he did as nobody actually cares about him.
Fluffy Johnson left South Beach with the others and decided to live in Canterlot. Soon, he became one of the members of the crew.
Finally, Patel sat on his lazy ass watching Futbol and Greg was the couch on which he placed his ass. Tyrone asked him to take care of Greg while he was in jail.
* * * * *
After a long day of dealing, Wahlburn and Patel were sitting on Greg the couch, watching “The Walking Dead: South Beach Edition”.
“Business is slowing,” said Wahlburn sadly, throwing his remaining money stack onto the table. “My supplier got busted and it’s getting harder and harder to find weed.”
“That’s unfortunate,” said Patel.
“Damn right, I need to find a supplier fast.” Wahlburn slouched down and sat there looking at the last remaining money he had.
“Dude, I’ve got an idea,” said Patel suddenly. “There’s this great place you can get your weed at.”
“Where?” asked Wahlburn, jolting upwards.
“Oh you’ll find out, I’m about to-”
“Shut the fuck up and tell me!”
“We can go to Amsterdam, get a metric shit tonne of grass, then somehow bring it back. Then your business is booming again.” Patel grinned.
Wahlburn got up and began to walk away. “No, we’re not going to Amsterdam, what’s so special about that place, anyway?”
Patel also stood up and placed his hoof on Wahlburn’s shoulder. “Hey Wahlburn. You do realize what’s legal in Amsterdam, don’t you?”
A revelation struck Wahlburn instantly. “Heh,” he chuckled.
Patel grinned. “Oh hell yeah.”
TBC