Infection
Once upon a time there was the peaceful land of Equestria… and then there were zombies.
How did it come to this, you may ask. How would this peaceful land fall into this chaos? That is what this story is about. This story is about how Equestria fell, and a new group rose from its ashes.
Our story begins not in Equestria. It begins in a place not far away, but farther away than could ever be imagined.
~~~At (soon to be) Ground Zero~~~
“Jared, get your ass over here and give me some help with these freaks!” A tall, strong built man with dark brown hair shouted over the sound of gunfire.
“Kind of busy here!” A small man with golden blond hair shouted from behind a broken wall reloading his twin pistols. “Dammit where are Pete and Liz with the truck?”
“Stop worrying about it and shoot! These zombies aren’t going to kill themselves!” The large man said pumping his shotgun.
“Well technically Matt they’re already dead!” Jared said with a small laugh firing off his pistols into the hoard of zombies.
“Just shut up and shoot!” Matt shouted at Jared.
Just then a large truck came around a bend in the road, came down the road and crushed a large group of zombies under its tires. In the driver seat was a man wearing a white button up and a black vest. He had short black hair that was spiked back. In the bed of the truck was a woman with long black hair wearing the type of clothes you would see on your average day.
The women spoke as the car stopped. “You boys need a lift?”
“A ride with a pretty woman or death by zombies, tough choice.” Jared said sarcastically with a smile as he reached up and took the woman’s hand and pulled himself in.
“Bout time you got here.” Matt said firing off his shotgun into the hoard before opening the passenger door and getting in. “Get a move on Pete.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” The vested man said stepping down on the peddle and starting down the road.
The truck went down the roads a far distance, around half the city's length. As they neared the center of the city the truck pulled off into a large alley and down into an opening. The truck was pulled into a small garage. Jared jumped out and closed the large metal door.
“Well not our best supply run.” Jared said with a smile.
“We would’ve done much better if Mr. Business here would use a gun.” Matt said getting out of the car indicating to Pete.
“Don’t trust guns. Always have to reload at the worst times. You know I almost got killed because of that.” Pete countered.
“That’s why you take two guns.” Jared said taking out his twin pistols. “When you need to reload one you can fire with the other.”
“Don’t lie to yourself.” Pete responded. “You just carry two because you think it looks cool.”
“A side benefit.” Jared said with a chuckle.
“Well come on you two, let’s at least put to use what we did manage to scavenge.” Matt said as he removed a bag from the passenger seat. “Pete you go and cook the beans. Liz start a broth with the vegetables we found.” He said tossing specific cans to the two.
“Alright General” Pete said back with a joking salute. As he took the cans of beans and started for the roof. Liz followed behind with a small metal pot. They got to the roof and walked over to the corner that had now been dubbed the kitchen. It had two makeshift fire pits, a good amount of empty and filled cans sitting around, as well as a few cooking utensils scattered around. Both Pete and Liz got about on their set tasks preparing the food. Jared soon found his way to the roof and started jumping around on the different levels on the building, Matt came not too long later with his assault rifle and shotgun in hand. He sat down at the table and started to clean his weapons. Soon enough both Pete and Liz had completed their cooking and brought over the fruits of their labors to the table. Matt slid his guns off the table, and Jared made his way over and sat down. This was the group’s social interaction for the day. Jared told his jokes, Matt silently listened cleaning his guns, Pete supplied random facts, and Liz just chiming in whenever she felt like it.
They finished their dinner in a relatively normal time, and now they just sat around quietly chatting. However, a noise caught their attention. It was the sound of rotor blades. Both Pete and Matt quickly got up and started towards the edge of the building. Pete took out a pair of binoculars and looked toward the source of the sound.
“Is it a rescue team? Is someone coming to get us?” Jared asked excitedly.
Pete brought down the binoculars and passed them to Matt. “Those don’t look like rescue choppers do they?” He asked already knowing the answer.
Matt took the binoculars and looked. “No, those look like attack choppers.” He answered.
From the binoculars the two helicopters were seen breaking off and turning around. “What does that mean?” Liz asked.
“It means something very bad.” Matt responded. “They were just scouting the city ahead.”
“And that means what?” Jared asked.
“It means that something else is coming, something much bigger.” Matt responded.
As if to prove his claim the sound of a jet engine could be heard far off in the distance growing closer and closer. Soon the jet was within sight and within the few moments it passed over the city it dropped one thing. The metal casing was easily seen and identifiable. One government was attempting to rid the world of this plague, and they planned to do it by burning every infected city to the ground one by one. The bomb dropped faster and faster as it approached its target. Little did they know that this wasn’t going to destroy anything they had planned on. It was just going to give the problem to someone else, or in this case somepony else.
This is how our story begins. With a government deciding nuclear fallout was better than the apocalypse they were already in. No one would ever know the true fate of these four individuals. As the bomb blew the shockwave of it triggered a chain reaction that changed everything. This last little shock was all the barriers between dimensions needed to finally collapse and fall. Soon all the zombies who were in the city found a new food source. One that walked on four legs, was very colorful, and was magic. The barrier between Earth and Equestria had just collapsed bringing the apocalypse with it. The peaceful land of Equestria was overrun not in years or months, but in a matter of days. For once the caring nature of ponies proved to be their greatest weakness. Trying to take in and help as many sick as they could. This kindness only resulted in the spreading of the plague. Our story continues with one who is thought to be the last hope for pony kind.
~~~In the Everfree~~~
The purple mare found herself running through the forest. She couldn’t see them, but she could hear the sound of the hoof beats behind her chasing her. All she could think was how carless she had been using all of her power to get where she was going without saving enough to get back. She knew she needed to get back. If she didn’t then only Luna would be left to fight off this invasion. She tried to find enough power to charge up a teleport and get out of this situation, but try as she might it was all in vain. The mare soon found herself running out of breath and chose to try and hide herself behind a tree and catch her breath. As she heard the approach of hoof beats she covered her mouth hoping that they wouldn’t hear her. Unfortunately they didn’t have to. They could smell her. The mare screamed as she saw the decomposing face look around the tree and stare at her with its one eye. The zompony jumped her and tackled her to the ground. She could see the hunger in its eye, and knew that if she didn’t do anything now this would all be over. She struggled against her attacker but with no success she was too tired to get him off. She looked back at her attacker hoping to see any sign of regret or recognition, but she saw neither of these things. She prepared to scream, taking in what she believed to be her final breath.
Then it echoed across the forest… It being, of course being the sound of a cannon. The mare’s attacker suddenly found itself without a head and fell limp to the ground next to the mare. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a very large bipedal creature, not unlike the few that had started this invasion in the first place, but something was different about him. Where the first few were void of emotion he wore a cocky grin and also held what appeared to be a long stick in his hand. Then it spoke. “Pete, the hell do you make of this?” It asked indicating to the mare as three others of this creature came out from behind the trees.