Arthur stood on the railing, looking above him and behind him. Everything was clear. Arthur cautiously stepped out. Checking both corners and up above. Everything was clear. Then there was the sound of thumping, off in the distance. As he looked towards the sun, he saw a figure off in the distance. He was blinded by the light and the thumping sound continued to get louder and louder.
As he looked down, the figure was clear: it was a laughing dead. It approached him faster and faster, manically laughing as parts of it flew off. Arthur panicked and fired the first round, it was a few feet away from. He sighed with relief. He heard tapping on the glass and turned around. The ponies inside were freaking out, their shouts and hollers were mumbled. While his attention was towards them, the dead mare slowly tried pulling itself remaining bits together. A young mare pulled the window down and yelled, "double tap idiot! Double tap!" She frantically shouted and pointed behind him. He turned and saw the dead pony trying to get up. Arthur quickly fired the second shot in the head.
The mare head blew into chunks, splattering against the ground and few bits of chunk got on him. He frantically reloaded as the ponies inside the car cheered and praised Artie for his first kill. Arthur, nervously smiled and chuckled. The thumps sounded more apparent. They sounded as if they were fast trotting and continued. Arthur looked out and saw the trotting dead. Lines and lines of undead ponies advancing towards the train. Arthur frantically got back onto the rail and tried getting inside. Tin opened the door and congratulated him on his first kill. Arthur pointed outside still a bit pail and shivering. Tin looked out and they saw the massive wave of dead ponies.
Tin shouted orders to ready arms and to fire on his command. His orders echoed as each pony shouted the order. Cannoneers aimed down their sights and readied their punks. Buckers went onto the roof and got their bombs ready. The buckers were three to five pony teams: one actually bucked the bombs, the other lit the fuses, and the other one to three were cannoneers supporting them as they reloaded. The laughing dead continued their trot, slowly starting to laugh. Their laughs continued getting louder and louder. The other ponies were slowly getting shaken up and echoed in their minds.
Some of the rangers even started firing against Tin's orders. Tin tried to regain control as every other pony continued firing. Arthur went above and ordered the Buckers to hold their fire. They were nervous and terrified. Arthur could tell that they were nervous, even saw a few of them trembling. Watching some of their knees buckle, acting like they wanted to bolt in the opposite direction. He tried calming the Buckers around him as Tin and the others tried to regain their control over the cannoneers below. The dead continued their slow, yet ever haunting and terrifying march towards them. Arthur ordered them to fire. The Bucklers aimed and fired their bombs. Each one hitting its target, and blowing it to bits. A wind blew in their direction, the smoke and smell of burnt flesh was nauseating and sickening.
The charred and burnt flesh didn't bother the dead ponies, and continued their endless march towards the train. Through the small craters and even trotting over their own dead. Arthur pulled a moleskin notebook and quickly took note of it. The constant firing and bombardment of metal and fire eventually came to a halt. The dead had stopped. Every cannoneer and bucker got their rounds ready. Even Arthur got his double barreled ready. It was quiet. After long silence, a small sound of joy came out. Eventually, there were series of cheers and shouts out of the cars.
Arthur himself felt excited about their first victory. He was excited for his own personal victory. The officers and Jade below celebrated. Arthur and the other ponies up top retreated back down below. The Pegasai from Filly finally came, and the earth ponies were hot on their trail. They large pack of stallions were dragging new sets of tracks, and quickly got to work on them. Quickly driving each spike into the dirt and laying them down perfectly. After a couple hours of working, the rail workers retreated to the train and it slowly started back up. As the smoke rose and the wheels slowly clicky-clanked, they relaxed and enjoyed their safe trip to Fillydelphia. Arthur cuddled up to Jade and fell asleep in her arms. Tin enjoyed the sight of it, seeing him happy and relaxed under Jades touch, watched her wings slowly drape over him.