"Budding flower full of love, against the decay which assaults it daily,"
She saw him running, sprinting hard to reach her, to avoid them.
"What is a flower without its soil, Affinity? All hope for it is gone, everything it bloomed for worthless,"
Fatigue was enveloping him, he was slowing, and they were gaining.
"Ahh, but you have soil, don't you, Affinity, you need water, well then, rise... rise, and smell the blood you drink, his blood that sustains you,"
He could run no more, and collapsed, devoured alive by them. She could only watch and scream, scream for the world to hear, "NOOOOOOO!!!"
She gasped aloud, awakened from her nightmare. This startled the human she was next to, causing him to roll over and check on her.
"What's wrong?" he asked groggily, "you alright, Affinity?"
The pony called Affinity had a very light yellow fur coat, with a flowing mane radiating a deep red, and a cutie mark of a seemingly endless void of white light.
"Yeah, just... just another nightmare," she said.
"Oh?" the human said, rising out of the bed, "Same one?"
Affinity didn't look at him, "Yeah, same one,"
The human sighed, having walked over and taken a Dr. Pepper from a mini fridge nearby and opening it up, "Affinity, I'm right here, I'll always be right here, they have no way of getting in here," he sipped the soda appreciatively.
"I know, it's just-"
"Affinity," the human said, now holding up her chin, "there's no way of me dying any time soon,"
Affinity sighed, "Can you get me one?"
"What? Dr. Pepper?"
"Yeah,"
"Uh, no, we're out,"
"Any Sprite?"
"Nope,"
"Pepsi?"
"Nope, this is the last one, for... forever," he said, pointing at his can of soda.
"W-What? Razor, couldn't you go out to search for food?" Affinity gasped.
"I've already picked the place dry, there's nothing left,"
"Then we'll have to go farther,"
Razor walked around for a bit, pondering the idea.
"Affinity, we'll be so far from home, any supplies we find probably won't be enough to actually extend life in the bunker, we might as well just pack up and leave,"
Affinity's mouth hung agape, unsure what to say. Razor, seeing little else to do, continued drinking the soda, and taking from his dwindling supplies.
"If there's anyplace else we could go, we'll go, but first we need to find that place," Razor said.
"U-Uh, Razor, I... I don't know, where could we go?" Affinity stuttered.
Razor went to her side and knelt by her, setting down his drink and caressing her face, "It'll be okay, there's probably someplace I missed, a basement or nearby abandoned supermarket," he kissed her forehead gently.
"Razor, you said you picked the place dry,"
"Yeah, but I also said I would always hate My Little Pony,"
Affinity chuckled slightly, "You were eight years old, Razor, you're much smarter today than you were-"
Razor clamped her mouth, listening intently. Affinity was used to this, and she began to listen too.
Euuurrraaaaagghhh! Ough, ough, ough!
"Hear that?" Razor asked, "shamblers, faceless bastards waiting for a bullet to the skull,"
Affinity used her hoof to push Razor's hand off her muzzle, "Razor, be careful, how much ammo do you have?"
Razor quietly laughed, "The real question, is which gun do I use," he ambled to a stack of crates, covered with a old dusty blanket. He pulled the blanket off to reveal an M4 custom with numerous attachments beneath it. He seized the weapon, aiming down the reflex sight, checking the masterkey, fumbling with the flashlight, and testing the laser pointer.
"Perfect," he whispered.
"Razor, please," Affinity squeaked.
Razor approached a flight of stairs, hidden around the corner of where his bed was, and peaked up it cautiously. He felt a hoof tap on his shoulder, and was being promptly offered a surgical mask to wear. Accepting it, he pulled it over his face and began to creep upstairs. He could hear very heavy breathing of a nightmarish monster. He continued up to see an old iron door, rusted slightly from age. He checked the hinges, still untouched by age, then slowly pushed the door open. Like a phantom, he slipped out, finding a thin, yet ghastly looking entity feasting on some rotting flesh. Razor was totally silent, hidden from the predator in front of him. He made a silent grunt of discontent, finding no reason to waste valuable ammo on a single one. He slipped a knife out of his pocket and crept up on the beast. He got right up onto it, hovering inches from it's body, not daring to breathe. Holding the knife in both hands, he plunged it inside the creature's skull with a single breath. He caught the body, a lump of decaying brown flesh with red veins distinguishable throughout it's body.
"There's worse in the darkness than you," Razor whispered.
He yanked the knife from it's head, letting liquid crimson leak all over the floor of an abandoned hallway. With his work finished, he retreated silently back into his bunker. He closed the rusting door and placed a heavy latch on it, ensuring his security from future invaders. Upon entering his living space, Affinity rushed to him, nearly tackling him in a sudden embrace.
"Razor! Are you hurt? What happened? Is everything going to be okay?" she rambled.
"Affinity, I'm fine, I'm not as rusty as that door over there," Razor said.
The two continued to embrace each other, a tender, soothing moment for the two. Razor was trying to relax her, stroking her mane comfortingly, and continuously reassuring her that he was fine was his best tactic.
It took some time, but Razor eventually got the touchy mare off of him.
"Razor," she said quietly.
The human, nearing his bed, turned to face the pony.
"We can't live like this, you can't live like this, we need to do something,"
Razor took a long breath, "There's nothing to do about it," he said, "we might as well go to sleep, too much excitement for one day,"
"No,"
Razor turned, surprised by her sudden outburst.
"What do you want me to do?" Razor asked.
Affinity took some deep breaths, then said, "There has to be someplace we can go, someplace untouched by these monsters,"
Razor raised an eyebrow. The odds of success with such a trip are near zero, he reasoned, and then shook his head at the idea.
"Razor, please," Affinity said, "have hope, never lose hope,"
Razor's expression immediately softened, remembering the thing Affinity was born for, spreading hope. Razor checked his smartphone, a fat Android phone-tablet, then checked his other smartphone, a comparatively small iPhone 5c.
"We'll move by night, but we've already wasted too much time tonight, we'll try tomorrow night, get the bags packed ahead of time for that, cause when we leave, we're not coming back," Razor said.
A smile spread across Affinity's muzzle, a smile of newborn hope, "That's my Razor, got a plan yet?"
"Let me sleep on it first, Ms. Anxiety,"
Affinity, still smiling, nodded to the human. She knew from there, they were in for a long adventure.