//------------------------------// // The Walking Dead // Story: The Unknown War // by LikeaBaws //------------------------------// The release of atom power has changed everything except our way of thinking... the solution to this problem lies in the heart of ponykind. If only I had known, I should have become a watchmaker. ~Twilight Sparkle. "Princess Celestia! What's going on?!" Twilight asked, watching as explosions and chemicals flew into the air. Princess Celestia was startled, scared even. But this is no ordinary war. This was something far more dangerous. "Twilight, tell the rest of the Harmony group to hide in Surburbia underground. You'll be safe there." Celestia said, the earth shaking under her hooves. "B-but--!!" "Go Twilight!! Just...Goodbye, Twilight Sparkle." Twilight wasn't fond or seeing her tutor hurt, but her tears fell when the roof of the Crystal Palace knocked Celestia up inside the head. She fell unconscious, her head bleeding from impact. She stumbled her way up, but the ground shaking didn't improve things for her. Twilight tried to rush to her Tutor, but it was block by parts of the palace, when they landed in front of her. It piled up until it reached the building, and Twilight fought her blocked path, unable to get through. Tears fell, her emotions overwhelmed her, and she screamed one word: "CELESTIAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Twilight jolted herself awake, before observing her surroundings. She was in a small blue room, with basic furniture. A small blue desk with brown smudges, a brown wardrobe, and her blue bed. The air was misty, and Applejack came in just as Twilight sighed. Applejack was filled with dirt smudges on her coat, and a white patch on her right eye. A small scar was seen on her left cheek, and she was worried. "The dream again, Twi'?" Applejack asked, sitting beside her. "Y-Yeah. I just...I miss her so much." Twilight said, positioning herself to a comfortable position. "You don't look well, Twilight. Maybe you should keep your rest. You've been awake for a whole week!! Nightmares are gonna do that to ya if ya don't sleep." She was right. Twilight had brown dirt smudges on her as well. But her horn was chipped, her bandages wrapped around her hooves, and she had black bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. "B-but...I need to--" "Rainbow has that covered. She's keeping the mist of air for use to breath in. You'll be fine, Twilight." Applejack interrupted. Twilight sighed and layed down on her bed. She looked out her window, to see herself of the tallest building in Suburbia, the seventh floor of her apartment. "I don't know what to do anymore, Applejack. Spike's not here, and...and..." Tears started to fall out from Twilight's eyes, her sobbing soft and adorable. Applejack set a hoof on her arm, a smile on her face. "If Ah knew what Spike was doing, I say he's doing a pretty darn good job at surviving. But, I'm upset I wasn't able to rescue Applebloom and her amnesia. Ah don't even know what happened. One minute, we were fine and dandy, the next...it went all straight to Tartarus. Sorry Twi', but Ah think Luna is trying her best to keep ponies from goin' crazy. You understand, right?" She asked. Twilight nodded, her tears disappearing. She got up, her legs aching from lack of movement, and pointed her head towards the door. "I think Luna deserves a visit. Come on, let's go." She said. Applejack smiled, and followed to the Princesses Castle. As Twilight took the lead, she sighed and looked ahead of her blue mist. "I hope Spike's alright..." "AAAAAHHHH!!!" "Sweetie Belle?!" Spike called out. The three ran upstairs to meet Sweetie Belle, and she was scared out of her wits. "What's going on Sweetie Belle?!" Spike asked frantically. "M-mad pony!!" She pointed towards the room. They heard a psychotic laugh, and the her pitch was higher. "COME OUT CHARLES!!!" She yelled, become more sadistic and irritated. "COME OUT AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN!!" Spike brought out Buck, and faced it towards the mad mare. She was green, her hair was twisted in green, white, and pink knots. Her fur was all over the place, one eye was really small then the other, and she held a shotgun. "There ya go..." She said, her hooves shaking from either fear or that she couldn't hold it very well. That sorta explains the poor shots. "Now, tell me, what do ye' want, stranger?" "You know what I want. I want you to stop shooting, and calmly--!" "LIES!!" She yelled, her blood becoming more hot than the sun itself. "YOU WANT TO MARRY MAH DAUGHTA!!" "I don't want your daughter!!" Spike said, but he heard whimpering as he finished. He looked to his right to see a lemon-colored filly. Her mane was yellow and one stream of white, and she had lashes around her arms and flank. She was scared to her wits, and Spike could see that. She was shaking in fear, and he could tell this was abuse. No one's here other than her mother and the filly, so he looked back at her. "Actually, I do. Just let us go, and let us take her." He said. "Spike...what are you doing?" Applebloom whispered in worry. "Ya don't want to do anything stupid, do ya?" "I know what I'm doing." He whispered back, before turning back to the crazed mare. "Just let her go, and I won't harm you." "HORSEAPPLES!!" She yelled, hearing a click click on their part. "STAY AWAY FROM HER!!" "Woah, woah! Slow down, lady! All I want, is your daughter, and were out of here." Spike said. The mare hesitated, before her hooves shook more fiercely. "You...you...rude lying-womanizing little LIZARD!! You think you can steal her from me like that?" She asked, her anger flaring up. Spike motioned his fingers towards the girls, then to the filly. They nodded and they slowly crept up on the filly. "All I'm asking you, is to let us go." He repeated. "NO!! LIKE BUCK YOU CAN TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!!!" The Crazed Mare yelled, finally aiming her gun at the intruder. Spike sighed in anger as smoke came out through his nose. He aimed as well, lock and loading his gun. "I do not want to hurt you. Just let us go." He said, eyeing the fillies as they slowly left through the door. He backed up a little, only for the Crazed Mare to aim it right at his head. "Don't...move." She said, her southern drawl become more nervous then scared. "Just...tell me one thing: What are y'all gonna do to her?" She asked, not even attempting to fire the weapon. Spike smiled, and rested his gun. "We'll keep her safe. We're taking her to Suburbia. She'll be safe there." He said. She smiled, and rest assured, she set the gun down. "Thank you. Thank ya kindly. Please keep her safe." She said. Spike nodded and left the house to see the fillies chatting the new filly. "Hey! What's your name?" Spike asked. The yellow filly whimpered in shyness, and she scooped the ground softly and slowly. "I-I'm Lemonade." She said. "Lemonade? Well, nice to meet'cha! That's Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and I'm Spike." He pointed to each name he called. Lemonade nodded and her muzzle grew bright red, and she started to breathe heavily. She fell into Spike's arms, and the four were worried. "Lemonade! You okay?!" Spike asked. "Y-yeah. Just a mild fever. I get this once in a while. I-I'll be fine." She said, but Spike only picked her up princess style. "You'll be fine. Just rest easy, M'kay?" He asked. Lemonade nodded, and she rested easy in his arms. "C'mon, let's get on that train." He said. And as they continued on, Spike looked up at the brown dirt in the sky. "I hope we make it out alive. Hope we do."