As if like a gaming reflex, Button grabbed a pitch fork from the hay bail and ran towards the undead monster, his brain in both ultimate fear and joy, with a fierce jab, Button jammed the farm tool deep into the creature’s face, hitting it directly in the kill-spot.
Sweetie screamed as she saw the creature fall to the ground.
“Oh my goddess Button you killed him!”.
“He was a fucking zombie! What else was I suppose to do!” Button replied, checking to see if it was completely dead.
“Oh god…BLEGGHHHHH” choked Sweetie, vomiting onto the floor.
Button ran over to the door and looked out, he could see in the distance the corn being shifted by a large horde of the creatures, there moaning and groans could just be heard.
“Oh Shi….we got to leave” he stated, turning to sweetie belle.
“This isn’t a fucking game Button!” she shouted.
“WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!” he replied, un-wedging the pitch-fork from the corpse.
Sweetie flicked her head about trying to decide whether to stay or run, deciding whether or not her lover had just killed someone and trying very hard to decide if what he was saying was for real.
“SWEETIE!” Button pleaded, noticing a few stiffs emerging slowly from the edge of the crop.
“OK ok!” she replied, bolting out the door and heading towards the house. Button followed quickly at her heels but by the time they made it windmill there was already three undead waiting with out-stretched arms and pruned grizzly skin. Sweetie tripped, falling forward she landed in front of the zombie trio, she looked up with a frozen fear that made her face a pale lantern of awe.
Before any of the three could react Button rammed the pitch fork throw one of them, pinning it to the windmill.
Sweetie dragged herself away from the two, one of them curling up its face in a hiss and shuffling towards her.
“Button Help!” she screamed.
“I’m a bit busy!” the colt replied, wrestling with the first and second zombie.
“rawwyr!” growled the undead creature, getting closer and closer to sweetie.
“What do I do!?” she shouted in fear.
“Kill it!” Button replied, slamming a zombie’s head repeatedly into the side of a steel pole.
Sweetie belle searched through the dirt for something to use against the monster, finding only pebbles and roots, she felt the creature grab a hoof-full of her hair and pulling it harshly, trying to bring her closer. In sheer luck she found a rock about as large as her hoof and swung it behind her as hard as she could, smashing the zombie across the face and shatter every one of its teeth while knocking it to the ground.
The downed zombie gave a garbled moan as it tried t o crawl back onto its feet.
“it’s getting back up!” Sweetie shouted.
“Women just kill it!” Button replied, swinging the pitch-fork like a bat, hitting the second zombie with a large thud.
Sweetie belle looked at the rock and then to the creature, she wasn’t sure if she had the moral courage too, the girl slowly and cautiously stepped towards it, it seemed injured enough to not be a proble…* RAAAWR!” snarled the zombie trying to throw itself towards her.
“Ahhhh!” sweetie screamed, hitting the undead over the head with the rock, repeatedly bashing into the fowl creature.
“Sweetie!” Button said, putting a hoof on her shoulder then jumping back as she swung the rock around trying to attack him in the confusion .
“y…yeah” she replied, dropping the rock.
“it’s dead” he finished.
“l..lets get to the house” she said, getting up and walking towards there bastion, unaware of the horde that would come forth from the shroud of the corn field.
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It should have just stopped at the first movie, hell maybe I’ll stand by the second but they've raped the franchise dead with all the sequels and reboots” Rumbled finished, lying on the couch sucking on a joint.
“Friday the 13th got away with all that” Zed replied,, smoking his own.
“yeah but Jason was iconic enough to remain popular even with those terrible movies, but barely anyone nowadays remembers or even knows Michael Myers” Rumble said.
“what about a cross over….nightmare on Halloween or something” asked Zed, coughing a little as he drew.
Suddenly the door burst open and ran in Sweetie belle, her face deep and scared with specs of blood,.
“sweetie what’s wrong ?” asked Applebloom sitting up from her bean-bag.
“d…d..dead guys…out there…attack me!...help” sweetie tried to explain, catching her breath.
“what?” applebloom replied.
“Button stepped in through the door covered in blood and brandishing a gooey pitch-fork, he slammed the door shut and shot a look to Rumble.
“Zombies” Rumble asked.
Button gave a nod.
Rumble immediately got up and headed into the kitchen while everyone else looked at Button with confusion.
“Everyone, barricade up the windows and doors!” he ordered.
They still stood frozen in bewilderment.
“i..is this a prank or something?” asked Applebloom.
“Go and see for yourself!” yelled button pointing to the window.
Suddenly there was a large bang on the door as the sound of moaning could be heard from outside.
The brown Colt casually locked the door.
Instinctively and stupidly most of the room rushed towards the window to see for themselves, it was only a matter of seconds before the zombies had smashed them open and dragged four party goers through the shattered holes.
One Mare held onto her friends legs as she was being pulled through.
“Shelly” she cried as both legs broke off and a gratuitous amount of blood funneled from the window like a cracked hydrant.
Suddenly Rumbled emerged from the kitchen with a right hoof covered in taped on cutting knives, looking like a make-shift wolverine.
He pushed everyone aside and punched through the broken windows, hitting the undead right through the skull and into their primitive brains. On the second window was button with his pitch-fork, jabbing at there heads, braking apart there brain-matter.
“How many are there!” Rumble yelled.
“Probably more than five waves” Button replied.
“shit…GUYS! Grab some furniture!”.
The crowd still remained frozen.
Eventually four ponies managed to realize that this was real and they lifted the couch and brang it towards Rumble.
While two mares lifted up a coffee table and brang it to button, after that most people began grabbing what they could and barricading up the door and windows.
“is it holding asked Rumble.
“looks like it” replied Button slowly stepping away.
“Applebloom” asked Button “ do you have any guns, a rifle or shotgun maybe”.
She was sitting down with her hooves around her head, all she gave was a slight nod of agreement.
“where?"
she pointed upstairs, “Granny’s room” she said.
Both boys ran up the stairs and kicked open the door, they looked around and were in awe, the walls were covered in rifles, pistols, shotguns, muskets and even an elephant gun, it was gun city.
“Groovy” said Button, admiring the elder’s arsenal.
“thank goddess for red-necks” similarly replied Rumble, grabbing as many weapons as he could carry.
Button did the same on his part, both Colts took with them eighteen different fire-arms from Granny Smith’s room, they had enough fire-power to take on a small country.
“ooooh” went most of the ponies in the crowd, as the boys showered them from above the stairs, giving as many out as they could, to themselves Button kept a silver revolver with a sawn-off shotgun while Rumble had on his back a camouflaged hunting rifle with a scope, both the two were very much prepared for a zombie Apocalypse.
Button spoke up to the crowd with a commanding voice, “Ok, so here’s the situation…we have zombies, yes just like in the movies and yes they are here to eat and devour your flesh…but here’s the good news, in your hooves you now have a BOOM STICK!...that’s going to be your way back home, treat it kindly…So what we need to do is make sure every door, window, fireplace, doggy door and glory hole is bordered up and barricaded…what we need to focus on now is securing the area and hope the horde moves on, if not…we’’ll work on an escape plan”.
“Who put you in charge!” heckled Zed.
“Well when it comes to leader options you’ve got two choices….Jack…and Shit… and Jack left town, are we clear” Button said with gusto, cocking his shot-gun.
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For three hours the thirteen ponies left bordered up every entrance and soft-spot they could, all under the watchful super-vision of Button and Rumble. Sweetie and Applebloom had created a sort of HQ in the upstairs bedroom that overlooked the farm, getting any information they could for an escape plan.
“Any good news” asked Button as he stepped into the room, putting his gun on his back.
“No…there’s no way we’ll survive out there…we’ll be out in the open” Applebloom replied, staring through a pair of binoculars.
“Any news at all” Button asked.
“Jerry,Wizzer,keggly, and Morse-code are dead” she exhaustively replied.
“is that good?”
“They’re not zombies, there just dead, which means it’s not some infection”.
Button looked over to what was sitting to the side of Applebloom, a very large, very powerful Griffon-made Elephant gun, cokc,locked and loaded, it was taller than she was.
“uh, do you know how to use that” queried Button, eyeing it out.
She shot him a sour look, “Keep in mind here I’m the only one with you know…actual experience with guns …Mr Rambo” remarked the farm girl.
“Applebloom” mumbled Sweetie, still somewhat in shock.
“I’m just saying…if we set it up at the door we could rally them up and blow through most of them” Button sassed.
“It’s my goddess damn rifle!” the girl shot back.
“Applebloom” Sweetie once again said, louder than before but still much too low.
“it’s not a sniper...it’s a cannon, meant for obliterating things, not head-shots”.
“APPLEBLOOM!...there all heading to the door!” sweetie yelled.
The two stopped their argument and raced to the window, outside the farm were eighty or more undead zombies clumping on the form of the house , dragging their teeth against the wood of the door and barricades.
Button whispered something to himself which he sure hoped no-one heard, “this is it”.
The sky above seemed to burn a ghoulish green while the moon looked like a bloodshot eye, pink and brimming with hate, tonight was with-out a doubt, one of grave evil.
Downstairs the group had already become deathly aware of the zombies tearing apart there defenses, Rumble had each person lined up with a gun facing the door, ready to give hell, he gave a gulp as he began to see the monsters faces emerged from the splintering wood.
“Three!” he yelled out, lining up his own weapon.
The ponies here were not soldiers, nor hero's…they were just scared people wanting to go home…but in each of them was a certain willingness to fight, a kernel of either courage or stupidity.
“Two” continued Rumble.
Everyone prepared themselves for their final stand against the horde.
“Onnn…HOLD ON!” stalled the Colt, running over to the CD player and putting on ‘War, what is it good for!’ as a sort of battle-drum.
“Ok…Three…..T..Two….ONE! FIRE!” Rumbled shouted, releasing hell onto the haggard monsters knocking at their door, blowing the first wave into oblivion and peppering the second.
“Three two one Fire” he repeated, letting a second volley of bullets shredding into the creatures like wheat in a field.
By now there must have been thirty dead corpses slung through the windows.
“Again!” Rumble Boomed, taking count of ammo used and zombies slain.
“Again”
“Fire!”
Fifty dead.
“We got this man, we got this by the ass!” boasted Zed, poking his fire-arm through the window and individually picking them off with a grin, Suddenly and without warning the torn and bullet shattered walls collapsed forward from the pressure, sending a plume of grey dust up into the room and choking the vanguard.
In a matter of seconds what left of the horde burst in like a ravenous pack of wolves.
Rumble was immediately struck down by a living dead, pinning him to the floor and biting viciously as the air.
“Help!” yelled Rumble trying desperately to push it off him.
“REAHHHRRRR!” gargled the zombie, its jagged mouth inches away from his face.
“Get away from him you bitch!” hissed Button from atop the stairs, jumping down and lading legs first on its head and shattering it into the floor-boards.
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Button and four of the last survivors defended their way back up the stairs, fighting off the thralls with the last scraps of there ammo, there last stand seemed to be for nigh, as the there lay the perished bodies of those heroes along with more undead than could be counted.
“They just keep coming!” exhaustively remarked Rumble, reloading his weapon with its last four bullets.
“your mother” joked Button, hacking at the ghouls with a machete, becoming somewhat hysterical.
“this is it…isn’t it” asked an orange mare with a pump-action shot-gun.
“euyup” replied Button.
“Hey…you got a light?” button stated to the girl.
“uh…yeah here” she replied confusingly, handing him a smoke and a lighter.
“Thanks” Button said, lighting it up and taking a large draw while thinking of something cool to say before he died.
“uh..um…wolfman’s got nards….eh…welcome to my world bitch.” Button stumbled, finally finding a phrase that seemed passable.
“Do not ask for whom the bell tolls….it tolls for thee” he finished, throwing the cigarette into the horde, setting them ablaze in a cloud of combusting flame.
“WOOH!...I did not see that coming” he remarked.
“C’mon assholes!” shouted Applebloom from the bedroom door, wielding her overly large rifle.
The survivors ran into the room as the flaming horde shuffled up the stairs into the hallway’ hissing at the yellow cowgirl with hateful eye’s.
“heeeeeeeeeeeeeere’s johnny!” she shouted, sending an explosion of heavy firepower directly towards the undead, eviscerating them instantly and blowing a huge hole at their feet.
“what do we do!” asked Rumble, fling over the bed and pushing it against the door as a weak barricade.
“we go medieval on their ass” replied Button tightly gripping his machete.
“Guys” interrupted Sweetie bell “you do know we can just step out the window and get on the roof”.
The group looked between themselves at the obvious escape route.
“let’s blow this joint” remarked Applebloom, jumping the over the barricade and into the room, now wearing her sister’s lucky hat.
“I agree” replied the orange mare, pushing open the window and carefully stepping onto the shingles.
Then Sweetie, then Rumble, then the others.
Button looked too Applebloom.
“hold on” fretted the yellow bad-ass, pointing the elephant gun out the window and blasting away a walker nearly a yard away, “Cant long-shot huh” she joked, following out the window.
Finally Button was the last too go, he stepped out and began to close the hinges when he saw something running towards him from the hallway, a maroon colt with a horde following fast behind him.
“ZED!, I thought you were dead………baby” exclaimed Button, putting out a hoof.
“wait for me!” he shouted, jumping the bed and clinging to Buttons arm, they both made it through and shut the window tightly.
The group had settle on the top of the roof next to the chimney, they all seemed to be looking at the same thing, in the distance lay a burning ball of fire, it lit the land with furious amber light. It was monolithic, it was destructive….it was the sun.
Button slowly walked over and sat by Sweetie who like the others were entranced by what they saw.
Button mash joined in and he too felt the warm light slowly creep up his body. He soon felt something gripping him, he looked at his arm and notice Sweetie wrapped on it, giving him a re-assuring cuddle.
In the field the zombies began to scream as the sun-light pierced them, burning them away to dust, a night of evil….slowly beginning to end.
Rumble looked to Button with a smile, seeming to forget the situation, “that’ll do pig” he joked.
“Dude, that was way to corny,” Button replied with the same peaceful smirk.
The group sat atop the devastated house, looking out towards the sun, what a horrible night to have a curse, but what a great for the dawn to cometh.
“hey button” asked Sweetie.
“yeah Babe” he replied happily.
“I don’t want to say it”
“say what”
She put her lips up to his ear and with honeyed words “time to wake up”
“uh” the boy remarked, everything turning to black.
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Button awoke to the beams of sunlight licking at his eye lids from the crack of the door, he looked around and realized he was inside the same barn from last night.
hugged to his waist was the loving embrace of Sweetie, her eyes shut, her face soft and beautiful. Above him was the same spiderweb , only this time the bright light had glistened it like strings of gold. Button felt both relieved and saddened at the revelation that it was all a dream.
“mmm…you ok babe” sweetie murmured.
“just a nightmare” he replied.
Sweetie gave him a loving squeeze them kissed him on the back.
“oh poor baby…c’mon, if you want I’m good for round two”
At that admission, Button gave a Smile. “happy nightmare night” he thought to himself, taking out another wrapper and pouncing onto his woman.