They came, in groups, crushing anything in their paths, ripping their flesh on broken buildings, We all hid from them, from the walkers.

They wont stop until there's nothing left.

The rock broke the ground. Setting them free.

Theres too many of them, no matter how much magic, bullets and sharp objects you throw at them. They keep coming.

Theres no more room in Tartarus, so the dead walk over Equestria

Made for Halloween 2016. Teen is for Spooky events and swearing.