Frank West was just about to sign a fangirl her autograph, but then is just out of nowhere transported to a world were mares and stallions have been turned into zombies. Fantastic...
Princess Celestia is desperate. As she is taken as King Dainns prize whore, Princess Celestia sends thousands upon thousands of rescue signals to hopefully get somepony, anypony to help her in her most dire state. Three whole years have passed and no hope has come to show that help was on the way. Until now... ------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Name is Frank, Frank West. I'm a photographer that not only covered wars, but also the most bizarre cases of the undead. Yeah, that Frank West. So If I were to tell you that during my visit back to a rebuilt Willamete Mall, I was transported to another world with yet another zombie problem that has been caused by walking talking caribou, you would think I was crazy. More crazy then when I told people zombies took over a mall. Well, you're in for a fantastic story.
This story is one of seven stories in the works. Warning: This story contains and may contain brainwashing, swearing, mutilation, blood and gore, as well as crazy ideas. References to sexual acts may be in this story, but not the actions themselves.
We begin with a man standing at the entrance of the Canterlot castle, home of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. He stood there at the staircase with everypony staring at him in fear and lose as he held a couple of leashes connecting to the two princess collars as they crawled on all fours. Covered in bruises and welts, their fur spotted with fresh wounds and their faces caked in bodily fluids they were forced to consume. It was then the man, covered in armor spoke up to the citizens in a deep and bellowing voice
“Your Princess has fallen. Every mare is now property. Those of you who willingly submit will have a much more pleasurable existence than those who need to be tamed. I, the king of the caribou, now takes this land for his own! Bow before King Dainn and you will be spared!"
As Dainn was giving his speech, Luna told herself this was the end of Equestria. Most of the Royal Guard have been brainwashed and her followers are now too afraid to stick up for Luna and her sister, not wanting to follow the same fate. Sadly they would meet the same fate and then some, as the Dainn and his caribou would force the country into a dark place; turning this once magical land of laughs, wonder and friendship into one of lust, pleasure and wanting. Of course not everypony wanted this to happen, even most of the stallions didn't want this to happen despite how tempting the promise of women was. But before Dainn could even get the chance to bring out a guillotine to chop off the horns of the princesses of the moon and sun, Celestia shot a spell up into the air. A bright light shone above them and then divided into thousands upon thousands of small wisps traveling far from their location.
Celestia looked up to Dainn with a smirk on her face. "You will get yours soon, Dainn. I now have now sent a sign of assistance, witch in turn will come and defeat you and your army. Victory will shower upon us as defeat will rise below you! We will be freed!"
This was two years ago.
At this time, Celestia and Luna have been taken as King Dainns personal sex trophies and would only be used as sex toys to very few as an honor with the exception for Dainn of course. The entirety of Equestria has now been turned into a brothel country, a place of service. Politics have now become beyond corrupted, mares are now forced to obey every sexual desire from the males and even the authorities have too much power. Two years and no known help has come.
Until today.
Willamete, Colorado Willamete Mall
A middle age man stood in the middle of a food court in Willamete mall, looking at the people inside as if nothing had happened. After years of being overrun with zombies, Frank West, famous photo journalist stood back in the same food court he had once fought in and people were actually eating and talking.
"Man, the last time I sat in this mall I was bashing a zombies head in. I kind of miss those days." He said to himself.
A survivor, a fighter, and a photographer. He had survived a zombie invasion and even told the world of his time trapped in the mall in wich the zombie were in. The cause, the people behind it and the reason had a mix of ridiculous and empathetic reasons wich got more than the local people to pay attention to it. Today was his ten year anniversary of the Willamete incident and he was reminiscing his first exposure on real life undead, surprisingly not tanking his hunger as he got himself a burrito at a mexican food stand. He might have aged a bit, but it didn't stop him from partying and catching other dangerous scoops such as the time he went to Fortune City in Nevada. There was another incident that was deemed classified, despite how ridiculous it sounded to authorities, but that's another time.
Right now, he is dealing with another danger.
Fans.
The moment he sat down and took a bite out of his food, everyone noticed him and raided his table and begged for autographs and questions answered.
While he did sign the many items such as pictures, books and cameras, he tried to dodge as many questions as he could that had to deal with how he felt killing certain psychos he met and how many civilians he saved. He almost had to hold back a punch because someone had to bring up a conspiracy that he staged all the zombies.
After almost half an hour of signing, he finally meet the one girl in line: the groupie.
She went up to him in glee in a fangirl glee, her giant tits bouncing showing just how much more fat she had than brains. "Oh my god, Frank West! You're so cool! Like, every time I see you kill a zombie, I get turned on! Almost wet!"
She grinned, a sultry expression forming on her face. "I only have one question for you." She pulled up her tank top and flashed Frank her tits. "Can you sign my boobs?" The crowd and the line were wooing and cheering seeing her ask and do this. Frank smiled with his cocky grin and took out a sharpie as opposed to his pen. The marker inches away from the supple titties about to write 'To my hottest fan. Frank West.'
Only he disappeared in a flash of light that lasted five seconds for the people in the vicinity to become blinded. When they got their sight back, they looked around to notice that Frank was gone. His mall cops that witnessed this went around the mall along with Willamete cops to search for any sign of him. Nothing. So they had no choice but to call in the FBI and have them issue a missing persons report. It was of no help as most people would say that the flash of light blinded them pretty bad to the point they couldn't even make out a light shadow.
All this time, the fan girl was sitting at a nearby bench sad and crying. A police officer went over to her to try and comfort her.
She responded in tears. "I just wanted a zombie killer to sign my boobs! Were could he have gone!?"
"Do you want it in cursive or...what the hell?"
Right when he was about to write on a girls pair of titties, he fell down on his ass on hard wood floor. He looks around to see that he was now in an empty hotel, devoid of any staff and customers. He picked himself up and walked to the counter and ringed the service bell, hoping that he could know what was going on. Frank starts waiting for a couple of minutes until he got impatient. "Man you would think a hotel I just happened to appear in would have decent service."
He walked behind the counter and went to the door to the employee lounge. Unfortunately, it was locked. He knocked the door do see if anyone was in there. "Hello? Anyone there?"
Nothing. He went behind the counter to look for some sort of key to open it. Though he did find the key, it was an old looking brass key. But it wasn't as old as he thought as it looked pretty new, not a hint of rust on it. "Huh. You would think with an old school place like this, the keys would at least look old."
He took the key and went back to the door and unlocked it. He went inside and sees that the lounge looked pretty normal with the exceptions of a missing coffee machine and the lack of a soda dispenser. The lights were on, but couldn't know if anybody was home. "Hello? Anyone there?"
Still, nothing. "Geez, is everyone on break?"
He starts looking around the place to check if there was any sign of life in this room. Nobody was here. He looked around some more and sees a shadow from what looks like an office window. It was dark, so all he could see was someone sitting there. He opens the door and speaks up. "Hey buddy, think you can tell me where this place is?"
He did not respond. Frank turned on the light to try and wake him up. "Wake up. I'm ask---woah!"
Now he knows the reason why he didn't respond. He was dead. His head was missing as well as his hands, blood dripping from both wounds. Though the wounds didn't look like they were cuts, but rips as he can see torn flesh from the neck and wrists covered in blood. Frank came inside the office and moved the body to the side. It was easy since it was on a swivel chair. He saw a golden plate standing on the edge of the desk, revealing the name of who might have owned the place. "Chandler, huh? Must have been a rich man before going the way he did. But what did this? No bite marks, no cuts. What could possibly be so strong to just rips his hands and head off?"
He checks his pockets to find a few gold coins. He checked some more to find a small pouch filled with them. "Well however he went, this guy is minted. No wonder this guy was killed. But why leave the gold?"
Searching some more, he finds a key in his back pocket. But unlike the brass one, this one was just regular copper. He got out of the room and closed the door behind him. "A hotel building with the owners head ripped off while keeping gold in his pockets, and me just out of nowhere appearing in this place. What the hell is going on?"
He decides to get out of the hotel, but the doors wouldn't open. "Locked. But why?"
He takes out the key he found and used it on the door. He tossed the key aside and opened the doors seeing that it was the crack of dawn. What he saw was something he didn't expect: streets and sidewalks with dead bodies laying down, barricaded buildings and carts and other buildings and houses on fire and smoking. Seeing as many of the bodies were far away, Frank used his camera as a telescope to confirm his suspicions. "Dead, dead, more dead, and even more dead."
He steps forward and feels something crunch under his foot. He removes it too see a syringe. Before he could see what what it was that was supposed to be in it, he hears footsteps behind him. He turns around to see a giant hulking creature with brown fur and big antlers. He had some kind of small armor plating on one of his arms and had no pants, showing his large equine like penis. "Okay, gross. What the hell are you?"
He keeps on walking towards Frank as he asked this. "Look, just get away. I've had enough of a bad day, I don't need you to make it worse."
The sun had now risen above the city and gave more light than the street lamps to show that the creature had milky white eyes and blood drooling out of his mouth, moaning as it walked towards Frank. "What in the actual hell?"
As it came closer, Frank stepped forward and started punching it in the stomach a couple of times. He gave it an uppercut, then another one. He gave it two hooks to the face as a finishing touch. The creature was staring straight at him with it's blank eyes, moaning as if confused. "Ah, shit."
It now lunged forward and wrapped his hands around Franks shoulders. Frank tried to get him off by punching the arms as hard as he could but with little to no effect except for a couple of groans. The creature reached over to bite his face, but Frank held its snout to prevent him from reaching any further. It wasn't until he headbutted the creature that he let go, Frank falling to the ground. Seeing as how regular punches can't work, he looked for a weapon. Finding a nearby baton, he picks it up and prepares to attack the thing.
And right when the creature reached towards Frank, the photographer struck it on the head making him stagger back. Seeing how it actually worked, he hit him again on the head making it groan it pain. "Oh yeah, I'm getting my groove back!"
The thing opens his mouth to moan and this is were Frank found an opening. He shoved the baton right down its throat, but something unexpected happened. Right when half of it was stuck in its throat, electricity started forming around its body making it groan loudly in pain for less then half a minute. Right when that minute was up, the head blew up in pieces leaving behind skull fragments and brains along with two bloody antlers.
This surprised Frank. He went over to pick up the baton and found electricity sparking around the end of it. "Alright, now we're getting somewhere."
Moans and groans can be hear around him. Frank turns around to see a couple of creatures rise up with the same eyes as well as different wounds on their bodies. They were sort of different as most of them either had horns or wings while others didn't have either. They looked a bit smaller than the one he faced as well and more colorful which made them look weirder. More and more bodies started picking themselves off the ground and see Frank, going towards his direction.
He turned to run towards the Hotel, but it was already blocked by a pack of these zombified creatures. He thought he couldn't get away until he heard a voice calling out to him. "Hey mister, over here!"
He turns to see that a hand was waving towards him from inside another building and ran. He ran past many zombies raising even more questions, seeing even more multi colored horse looking zombies. He finally arrived and dived into the building. The doors slammed closed keeping the zombies out and banging on the door. Frank got up and dusted off his jacket. "Thanks a lot. I might have been zombie food if you hadn't saved me."
He also noticed that the room was dark. He took out his phone and used it as a flash light to find whoever it is that saved him. He couldn't see him. Or her. Or anybody. "Look, you saved my ass out there, can you at least show yourself."
His phone light finally hit someone that might have saved him. It was the same thing as the others. "Whoa, what it the hell!?"
He was about to attack him until the creature held up his hands. "Waah! Wait wait! Don't hit me!"
He stopped and looked at him in confusion. "Huh? You're not a zombie. I thought---"
He stood up to reveal how he looked. He was about 5'6, cream colored fur, a couple of teeth sticking out, brown hair and a skinny frame. He wore baggy blue pants and a white shirt with wings coming out of the back. "I'm not one of them, alright? "
"You're lucky that I didn't knock your block off, kid."
"The names Feather Weight, not kid."
The boy named feather weight went to an area of the room and flipped a switch to reveal that this was an abandoned fashion clothing store. Dresses, blouses and skirts were every were and the windows were boarded up with large planks of wood, as well as the door with on giant plank. There was even writing on the wall saying 'NOTHING MATTERS'.
Frank spoke up."Well whatever your name is, thanks. Now how do I get out of..." He looks through a crack on the barricaded windows, seeing more creatures eat a body on the floor. "....Whatever this place is. Am I still in Colorado?"
Feather Weight was sitting on the floor sharpening the spear with a wet stone. He looked up at Frank in confusion. "Colo-what now?"
Frank looked at Feather Weight in frustration. "Yeah, Colorado. You know, Jill's Sandwich, Willamette Mall? Colorado."
Feather weight got up and walked towards him. "I've never heard of those places. Been in this mess for quite a long time. Did the Caribou invade that place?"
"The what? Kid, I'm more concerned on how the hell zombies are here when I already exposed Phenotrans and how they make Zombrex. How the hell are there zombies!?" Frank was grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt.
"Whoa! Chill! I don't know what you're talking about!"
Frank let go of him. "Look, if it makes you any happy, I'll tell you my name. The name is Frank West. Photojournalist and zombie killer." He sticks out his hand for him to shake.
Feather weight was a bit hesitant before shaking his hand. "Feather Weight. Uhm, survivor."
They part their hands away. Frank then took his picture. "One for the scrap books. If I'm gonna be here, might as well document everything to get the front page."
"What!? We are in a zombie filled city and you are worried about being famous!? What is wrong with you!?"
He didn't listen to him as he looks at the picture he took. "Huh, you blinked."
"Listen to me! We have to get out of here!"
Frank puts down his camera and look at him. "And that is what I plan to do after I get the big scoop. If I can figure out how and why this all happened, I could make some major dough. 'Frank West Survives Zombie Horses', I can see it now. Oh yeah, just were are we?"
Feather Weight calms himself down and talks to Frank. "You are not on whatever planet you came from. You are in Eques. You are in the country of Equestria. And you are in the city of Manehatten."
"Manhatten?"
"No, Manehatten."
Frank sat on a nearby chair and rubbed his head. Not only had he just been told that he was on an alien planet, but one with yet another zombie problem.
Feather Weight spoke to him. "Mister, are you alright?"
Frank West raised his head up with a sneer on his face.
Frank West was seen rummaging through a desk to look for something. Feather Weight seeing this was a bit angry. "If you have time to look for buried treasure, you have time to tell me why you're here!"
"Ugh. I'm trying to look for a phone so I can try to at least call for help. If I can try to call the Department of Homeland Security and tell them my name, they could definitely send some help." He said as he kept on rummaging.
Feather Weight threw his hands up. "Depart---Who the Tartarus is that!? Nopony is going to help us! We are in a zombie filled city! You really think the Royal Guard, let alone Dainn is gonna sacrifice his own men just to see if anypony is alive!?"
"That and I could get a great story with the amount of pictures I could take here."
"What in Celestias giant flanks is wrong with you!?"
Frank didn't answer as he stopped searching. "Damn it. Not a single phone, laptop or even a fax machine. How the hell do you guys even function without e-mails?" He then searched the cabinet behind the counter and found nothing but old cloths and a giant dildo which he almost grabbed.
"Why did you even come here if you aren't gonna help me or anyone else that might be here?"
Frank stopped searching as he walked in front of Feather Weight. "Kid, I don't know! Do I look like I know this place!? This isn't even close to were I come from, I was in Colorado! Now how about you tell me more about what this place is!?"
Feather Weight held up the spear in fear but he didn't point it at Frank. He instead held it like a club. "Kid, you better know how to use that thing if you are gonna try and turn me into a shishkabob!"
Zombies can be heard banging on the main door as they argued, lured in by the loud yelling. This had them stop arguing and had Frank speak calmly. "Okay, as much as I love to see princess dresses and overpriced shirts, we need to get a better place than this. This place is gonna have those zombies break in any minute if they try that again."
Feather Weight nodded. "So what do you suggest."
With the zombies now away from them keeping their voices down, he looked through a crack from the barricaded window and looked around the street. "Any bigger places that can keep the zombies at bay?"
Feather Weight thought about this as he paced back and forth. He stopped and looked and spoke his answer. "I know just the place. But it's pretty far away."
"How far away?"
"About five buildings away."
Frank looked outside again and the same amount of zombie that blocked the entrance to the hotel had now grown significantly. "I hope that you have a plan to get there unscathed."
Feather Weight smiled. "I do."
"Well I'm all ears, kid."
Feather Weight and Frank West snuck were now putting their backs against the wall, outside of the back of the clothing store. They sneak across to the corner, Frank West taking a picture if a hoard of zombies eating out of a body of some sort of moose creature, the same kind that he fought earlier. "Good..."
Feather Weight smacked him on the back of his head. "How is this any good!?"
"Hey, watch it. You are lucky I'm going along with the plan of yours."
Feather Weight looks around before he throws an object at an empty location. Frank was barely able to see it, but it seemed to let out a ringing noise like an alarm clock. This in turn distracted the zombies from feeding and walking in random directions as they heard the noise. They started limping away to the source of the sound. Soon about thirty zombies were hoarding around it wondering what this noise was, thinning out the zombies that were originally walking around.
Feather Weight started running at a slow pace, crouching down so no other other zombies could see him.
Frank on the other hand, was not. He was following the winged pony at a normal jogging form. "You do realize that they are more concentrated on the noise at the moment?"
"Doesn't hurt to be careful."
Frank shook his head with a sigh as he kept on following him. "What did you even throw at them?"
"Oh, just taped a vibrating dildo in between a couple of frying pans."
Frank couldn't think of what to say to that. He kept on following him and found themselves in front of a building under construction, entrance covered in plywood. Feather Weight easily moved it aside as they both ran inside and covered up the entrance again. Feather Weight flipped a switch and a few lights activated.
Frank West spoke up. "So what is this place anyway?"
Feather Weight flipped another switch, a few more light activating. "This was supposed to be a dance studio to teach mares and cows to 'properly dance' for the Caribou. They couldn't finish it for obvious reasons."
Indeed this place was supposed to be a dance studio. Though unlike most dance studios, this actually had a stage. Obviously no chairs were built into the floor as this was supposed to be a dance studio, so the employees would have to bring in folding chairs. If their were any employees left alive.
Frank West found a folding chair and sat down, checking his camera for any damages while Feather Weight is barricading the windows with boards of wood. "So how long has this been going on anyway?"
Feather Weight stopped what he was doing and looked at Frank. "The zombies? Two months, three if you count the start of this craziness. The same amount of time that I lived here to get away from all the trouble in Ponyville. Bad choice on my part."
"And why didn't you try getting out?"
Feather Weight flinched when he asked this, a visible expression of hurt on his face. Frank West didn't notice and kept talking.
"Then again, with a name like Feather Weight, your flying ability may be lack luster."
Feather Weight didn't say anything. Frank got up and dusted himself off. "So, what's the next step?"
"Oh...right. The plan..." He twiddled his fingers in a nervous manner as he prevented any eye contact with Frank.
Seeing Feather Weight pause like that had Frank furrow his eyebrows in agitation."Well? You said you had a plan. Besides distracting the zombies and coming here, what else is there?"
A pause that was only a few seconds but felt like a whole minute had enveloped the two as Frank realized something. "This is it!? This was your whole plan!? To just distract a couple of zombies and just wait here and hope they go away!?"
Feather Weight flinched from the photographer raising his voice. "W-w-well I don't meet many survivors here..."
"Oh yeah," Frank said. "Because you living in this zombie infested city doesn't make you think on your feet, that makes total sense kid."
Frank starts walking around the auditorium as Feather Weight stands there, trying to get used to how blunt Frank was to him. Frank walks around and finds an air duct. Before he could even think about opening the door to crawl inside, Feather Weight stops him. "That won't work. Since this place was under construction, they never bothered to put anything connecting to the vents in here."
Frank West sighs. "Well, there goes the usual escape route. Don't suppose you got a car around here?"
"Uhm..."
The short conversation was interrupted when the moans of the zombies were starting to get louder, a sign that the zombies even closer to the building. Frank spoke up, but had to try to keep his voice down to avoid the zombies attention. "Alright Light Weight..."
"It's Feather Weight!"
A plank of wood fell and bounced on the ponies head when a hornless unicorn mare started to try an invade the studio.
Frank continued. "Shut your snout and be quiet. You want more zombies to come here?" Frank quietly said that while he stuck his electric baton through a crack of the barricaded window, shocking the zombie and making it fall on its back. It wasn't dead as it was squirming on the ground. "I'll look around in a couple of the buildings to get some more supplies to reinforce the doors and barricade the windows. You are gonna go out and get some for eats so we can survive." Frank took a picture of the squirming zombie after he said this.
Feather Weight raised an eye brow. "You think I haven't tried that? When more zombies started sprouting out, ponies started to try and look to food stores for shelter. Now most of them are shambling in front of them."
"And now that I'm here," Frank smirked, taking another picture of a reanimated equine corpse. "I'm gonna get you through those zombies."
Frank stopped taking pictures now that he thought he got enough for now. He started walking towards some left over construction equipment too look for what he can use as a weapon. Feather Weight just stood by and watched him as he picked up a sledge hammer and a lead pipe with an observing gaze. Frank gives Feather Weight the lead pipe and nods. "What is that nod supposed to mean?"
Frank sighed. "It means that I found a weapon for you that fits."
"You gave me a pipe, how in Tartarus is this gonna help me?"
Frank growled a bit at this "Kid, one of the things you have to learn when it comes to a zombie infestation," He removed the plywood that was covering the entrance only for a zombie stallion to come shambling towards him, getting closer and closer. When it came close enough, Frank swung the sledge hammer and hit it over the head. The zombie fell tot eh ground, skull cracked open and brain matter rolling out. "Is that anything you can get your hands on is a weapon." A few more zombies of different equine races and both genders started shambling towards his location, the loud bang of the sledge hammer catching their attention. Frank swung his sledge hammer again, hitting two zombies at once sending them to the ground and jaw bones stabbing through the rotting skin and fur. He swung the hammer downwards, this time the hammer dug into its head leaving an eyeball dangling from how much damage the undead creature received. Frank kicked it away and swung one last time and hit a mare zombies snout, ripping it off and making the zombie die of blood loss in seconds.
After slaughtering five equine zombies, Frank turned his head to find Feather Weight with a stunned expression on his face. "Come on Light Weight, let's go get some supplies." Frank walked forward a few steps until Feather Weight got out of his stupor.
"Hey, wait up! Don't just keep on walking like some action hero!"
After killing about over thirty zombies, and pulling off a zombies hand off of the pegasais wing, they finally arrived at a construction shop, with a simple sign with a picture of a hammer and a plank of wood behind it. There was also 'Wild Woody's Construction Supplies' etched below the picture. Frank took a picture of the sign, making Feather Weight raise an eyebrow. "That's just a sign."
Frank shrugged.
They walk closer to the store to find that the place was one of the few cleaner places in the run down city. Frank turned the knob on the door, but that somehow triggered an alarm, probably to scare off burglars. The two jumped in fright from the loud noise, Feather Weight yelping unlike Frank you only just jumped a bit back.
The buck toothed pegasus tried to plug his ears with his fingers but to no effect. "By the---It's freaking loud! Turn it off!"
Frank went to the doors again to try and pry them off, but to no avail. He then noticed that their was a number keypad attached next to the door. He quickly started typing in random numbers into the pad. Every combination he can think of did not work, even the simple codes didn't work.
"Hurry up! I think this alarm just got louder!"
Frank pressed the buttons faster, now to the point of his presses being random. He was about to give up until he realized that a piece of paper was sticking out behind the keypad. He took it out and fond the numbers he was supposed to type in. He followed the combo and finally the noise stopped.
Feather Weight unplugged his ears and released a sigh of relief. "Man, I thought that would never end! What was the combo?"
Frank held up the paper. "The combo was eight-eight-zero-six. This guy had it stashed behind the keypad. I guess the owner of the store never really had much of a memory if he had to put it behind there of all places." He turns his head to hand him the paper only to see a zombie towering over him, resembling the other one he first killed off when he arrived here.
Feather Weight turned around as well and screamed seeing what it was. "Holy crap! It's a fricken' caribou!"
The now identified species that is the zombified caribou growled like a lion, glaring in hunger at the two. It charged forward attempting to bite off Feather Weights snout off. In response, Frank shoved his shock baton into its mouth. This has the same effect as the first time he used it, electrocuting the zombie and blowing its head into pieces in a matter of seconds and plopping to the ground.
While Frank West was used to undead gore as he began shaking the brain matter off of one of his weapons, the buck toothed pegasus was desperately trying to wipe off the blood off of his face. "Ah, ah! I don't wanna turn!" Frank shook his head and opened the door to the store dragging Feather Weight by the collar of his shirt. As Frank shut the door and block it with a chair, in case a zombie might wonder in, he starts looking around the store.
Feather Weight on the other hand wanted to look for a bathroom to wash the blood off of his face. He opened the door to a back warehouse, stocked to the brim with supplies. It had everything that could help them fortify the auditorium and keep zombies out. The racks had even bigger stuff like steel beams and concrete pillars, though how they were being held on top of them was probably magic. As Feather Weight explored a bit more, he found a jacket with spots of dried up blood. He picked it up and found that it had dog tags, though try as he might to rub the blood off he couldn't read them properly. While he kept on trying to wipe the blood off, footsteps could be heard behind him. Before he could ask if it was Frank, a yell told him immediately it wasn't the photojournalist.
"Name and rank, soldier!"
Feather Weight quickly spun around to find an earth pony stallion. He had on what looked like a Royal Guard helmet, pants that had an ace of spades printed on, combat boots and white fur. This stallion was fit and was sort of bigger than the average earth pony, putting him about six-foot-two. He was covered in dried up blood as well as some fresh blood, some of that being in the stallions eye though it didn't look like it was bothering him in the least. This stallion was also holding a massive broadsword in one hand, wielding it like it was a toy. The stallion took a few steps toward Feather Weight as he began to speak again.
"You can't tell me. Can you, shorty?"
Feather Weight couldn't speak.
"Oh yeah, I know why." He pointed an accusing finger at the pegasus. "It's because your part of the new Equestrian order!"
He took a couple of steps more towards Feather Weight as he in return took a few steps backwards.
"I'm right. Aren't I?" He says, pointing to himself with the tip of his sword. "You're nothing, but a filthy rapist!"
The moment he spoke the word rapist, he swung his sword towards Feather Weight. He quickly dodged his attack by rolling out of the way, but the moment he stood back up he couldn't see were the stallion has gone to. "How!? What!? Were!?"
A voice then began to echo throughout the place. "You, boy, are gonna tell me were they're hiding the plans for the next invasion!"
Feather Weight started running around, isle after isle of racks of construction supplies and building supports, praying he won't get killed.
"By the time I'm done beating the info out of your sorry carcass, you are gonna be begging for death to come take you away!"
Feather Weight stopped running and held his metal pipe up to swing, trying to hold back tears as he begins his first ever fight for his life against a living being.
"A lot of chainsaws and no fuel. How is it there are no electric ones!?"
Frank West was in the shop looking at all the items that were in here. It had the essentials like wooden planks and drills, but also had some energy drinks called Slurm and SoulStorm Brew in coolers that have shut down long ago. Frank being curious took the Slurm can out and popped it open. He sniffed the inside of it and almost had the urge to puke. "Oh God, that is rancid! I'd rather make out with a zombie!" He tossed it aside, the can bouncing and hitting the chainsaw.
He kept on looking around the place to hear a noise behind a door, labeled as the managers office. Frank knocks on the door to check if anybody was in there. The noise stopped for a second before it got closer to the door. The photo journalist was about to say something but then something began banging against the door. Luckily the door was locked, so it couldn't slam open. Frank continued on.
He looked around the place a bit more and then he heard a voice. A voice with a very familiar speaking dialogue. As the voice kept on talking, he realized something: Feather Weight was nowhere to be seen. He ran to were the voice was originating from preparing to save Feather Weight from this man. He sees the open door, but suddenly it shut. He tried to open it, but the door knob wouldn't budge an inch. Frank slammed the door with his fists as he called out. "Light Weight! Kid, you in there!" No response. "Kid! Kid!!!"
Meanwhile in the storage room, Feather Weight held up a lead pipe, preparing to hit the man when he got the chance. His hands were shaking, forehead sweating, knees trembling. He looked around the aisle he was in to see if he could get a glimpse of the sword wielding stallion but he was too quick. His foot steps would continue to echo the place until...silence. The only sound he could hear was his heavy breathing. He hesitated, but he took one step forward to try and act sneaky, hoping to escape from here. But by the time he took that second step, the stallion with the sword charged at him from the side and swung his weapon at the white pegasus. Although Feather Weight reacted quick, it wasn't quick enough to completely dodge it, getting a large cut on his back.
"Gaah!! Damn it! Ahahahoooww!!" He slumped to the ground, crying in pain. The stallion that attacked was nowhere in sight, his foot steps echoing the room. The cut was bleeding, oozing down his back and covering a few of his feathers. His breathing was rapid as he tried to deal with the pain enough to get up and run. The foot steps gotten closer and a more fast pace. He had gotten a bit used to the pain now and started running. He could hear the foot steps coming in closer and closer, getting him more panicked by the second. He kept on running till he found a large trash. He opened the lid and jumped inside, putting the lid back on.
He was breathing really fast, praying to himself that the crazy stallion didn't find him. The foot steps finally came close to him, but they stopped. The stallion was right next to the trash can, looking around, observing objects around him. "Hmmm...were did you go? Afraid to face the people you tormented?" He slammed the floor with his sword, leaving a crack on the hard cement. "Come out here you coward!! Face me like the man you claim to be!!" Feather Weight trembled, feeling the ground shake from the hit. "Nothing, huh?" He ran away from the can, down another aisle. "I'll find you, you fucking serial rapist!!"
The frightened pegasus peaked out of the trash finding that the coast was clear. He got out with even more fear than he did when he first got involved in this zombie outbreak. How could anyone become that crazy?
Feather Weight ran down an opposite aisle, finding this one was filled with large metal beams built to hold tall buildings with. Before another thought could process, he heard foot steps coming close. "Oh crap, it's that guy again!!" He started to run again, exhausted from the amount of blood from the attack and the frantic running from before. The footsteps came closer, grunts following as the crazy man wielding the sword was about to attack again. "Come here you fuck! I'm gonna kill ya!" Feather Weight kept on running, his legs hurting and about to gain cramps from the chase. He did not think that he would survive this, but he saw a weapon he was familiar with as he tried picking up the pace. He ran and ran and finally jumped behind a counter and grabbed the weapon: A nail gun. He got up and aimed at the stallion and shot at...nothing.
He found no trace of him in front of the counter were he jumped behind. He backed up to think that maybe he was at the sides, his eyes darting back and forth and stopped when he bumped into the wall. Heavy breathing, blood dripping from his wound, and back against a bumpy wall...except the walls of the store were supposed to be smooth and they were not supposed to fell like cloth and flesh. The walls were not supposed to breath either. He looked up to see the crazy blood covered stallion looking back at him with rage in his eyes. "I fucking found you!"
Frank was trying to look for anything to get the door open. He could not find the key so he decided to try and use anything he could find in the store. He tried a crowbar, but the damn thing broke in half. He used a blowtorch on the knob, but it didn't even singe. He even used a large marble statue of a pony with a collar on her neck , but that broke apart in five hits to the door. Frank just now lay against the wall, tired from trying to break a door. This wasn't even a steel door, this was entirely made up off wood and copper for the handle, it should not be possible to not break it. "Good God, what does it take to break this God forsaken door!!!" He hit the back of his head against the wall and made something land in front of him: A gas canister. The name on it even implied what it was used for. "The chainsaw..." He started filling the thing up in a hurry to try and help out Feather Weight. "Come on kid, just hold on a bit longer..."
Meanwhile with said pegasus, he was trying his hardest to fight against the psychotic sword wielding stallion by himself. He was tossed to the walls, slammed to the ground, and of course gotten many cuts and gashes from almost dieing, dodging the bladed attacks as best he could. Right now he is running again, blood covering most of his cloths and tears running down his face from the pain of his open wounds. "Come on Frank, were are you!?" The man was right behind him as he was gonna ready another attack. Feather Weight was scared as he heard the footsteps get closer and closer. He stopped to aim and shoot at the stallion, but all the nails have already been used up from earlier. The crazy stallion laughed hearing the click, continuing to run towards him.
"No ammo, rapist!? Not so fun, is it!?"
The stallion tackles Feather Weight to the ground and lifts his sword about to strike his head. "This. Ends! Here!!!"
"Finally!!"
The stallion heard a voice, but what got his attention was a loud roaring sound at the direction of the only door inside. He turns to see the doorway and...nothing. The stallion then looked back and Feather Weight and laughed. "That almost got me for a second there! That idiot doesn't realize that there is a magic field on that door to prevent any break-ins! There's no way---!"
That roaring sound started again and when he looked back at the door, clear as day he can see a chainsaw blade slowly cutting the door. This surprising event distracted him long enough for Feather Weight to successfully slip out of his grasp and try to run away. Having him run away was quickly cast aside as the psychopathic stallion was keen on seeing who is it that is trying to get in, successfully at that.
The door finally cut open to reveal a blood covered Frank West. "Looks like the Caribou are getting desperate to gather creatures as ugly as you"
Frank put the chainsaw down and cracked his knuckles. "This is the face of a zombie survivor buddy, you're talking to a celebrity."
"Tssh! How were you able to cut through that door? It was surrounded by a magical field!!"
Frank dropped a bottle labeled 'Nuka Cola' beside the chainsaw. "Looks like radiation fixes that problem." He walks towards the stallion with his his stun baton. "So what's got you acting crazy that you gotta attack an innocent looking guy like Light Weight?"
"Innocent!? He's part of the Caribou's army: going around capturing mares, raping them! Brainwashing stallions and killing any rebels that fight against everything they stand for!! That's why I'm hunting them down like rabid Timber Wolves!"
Frank pointed at him, furious. "If you haven't forgotten, their's a zombie apocalypse happening outside right this second! The last thing on this guys mind is a quick lay!"
The stallion grabbed his helmet covered head and growls. "Lies! All lies! You're just feeding me lies to me so you can capture me too!! I won't fall for it!!" He charges at Frank with a battle cry, raising his sword in the air as he prepares to strike.
Frank raises his stun baton prepared for battle. "Well, can't say I didn't try."
Feather Weight was crouching in a corner, gritting his teeth as he tries to stop the bleeding from his wounds with nothing but duct tape, ripped up pieces of cloth and paper. The wounds were pretty deep as he tried his best to cover them, but he really wished that he had the ability to cover the wounds in between his wings, one of the more sensitive places anyone can get hurt if you were a pegasus. While doing this, he can hear the fight with the stallion and what sounds to be Frank from what he can tell from the grunts.
He got up and tried his best to walk off the pain, wanting to get a closer look and to see if Frank was being successful in fighting the stallion head to head.
What he saw was Frank loosing.
Frank was being held high by the crazy pegasus, hand around the humans throat as the blade was held high about to chop off Franks top half of his head.
Feather Weight didn't think, he did not plan and he did not forsee this reaction as he runs forward. He ignored the pain as much as he can as he hits the back of the large pegasus with the rod as hard as he can on the back. This got him to yell in pain as a red stain quickly covers the area in wich he was hit. This made him drop the photographer.
Frank saw a chance and tackled him into the wall and began punching his midsection. Though this hurt him majorly, it hurt more that with every punch it made him bump up against the wall, further more injuring him. Frank now tried to grab the sword, making it into a tug of war as the two opponents fought for the weapon.
It looked like it was gonna be an even longer battle until the pegasus spat out blood. He dropped to his knees and coughed up more blood, making Frank confused. He didn't attack him yet, all he was doing at that time was trying to pull the sword away. Then he saw some nails sticking out of his back, seeing more embedded deeper as he walked around him. From what he could see, his back was injured way before he and Featherweight met up.
"Finally found the nails..." Feather Weight says, catching his breath.
Frank stepped away as the stallion caught his last breath. "Wait..." He turned thinking he was just gonna insult him some more or just try to fight him with words since it looks like he won't be getting up anytime soon. The stallion reached into his pocket and threw a wallet in front of Frank. It opened when it fell on the floor to show not only a key, but also a picture: It showed him completely clean, in Royal Guard armor shinning in the sunlight. He wasn't alone in the picture however as there was a little filly on his shoulder waving to the camera, a pegasus just like him. She had a blue coat of fur and a red mane. She was also wearing a pretty pink dress and had worn glasses.
"My daughter.....she was my daughter. We were just a happy family; me, her and my wife. We were all just trying to have a normal family dinner at Rusty's Deli. I remember what we all ordered that day." He had a genuine smile on his face, no ill will or disgust. "I got the Rusty Special with cranberries. My wife had a grilled carrot sub. My daughter was such a picky eater and got herself a cheese sandwich with ketchup." He laughed from the memory a bit. "We somehow tried to live a normal life despite the caribou taking over, but of course it became worse when those zombies came out of nowhere." He sighed now, his eyes drooping. "I told my wife and child to hide behind the counter so I could protect them. I grabbed my sword from my academy days, never left without it, and started slicing up one by one. I thought I got rid of all of them in the diner until I heard screaming from behind the counter. And then it all went....white. Some father I turned out to be...." With his last word in, he drifted off. The last expression he had on his face was a smile.
Frank and Feather Weight walked forward to check on him and lo and behold, he was dead. On his knees with his smile no less. Featherweight noticing the dog-tags dangling form his neck he went to check them out. "His name was Ace. Ace Spade."
Frank West shook his head. "I guess it really does mean back luck...." He bent down and grabbed the sword he was using to try and kill Frank and Feahter Weight and gave it to the bucktoothed pegasus. "Here ya go, now you won't need to keep using that dinky pole." He nodded and grabbed the sword.
Frank noticed that he was also carrying a nail gun and smiled. "And thanks for the save kid."
Leaving the store, and surprisingly with no zombies touching Ace Spades corpse, they decided to rest in an alley way. No zombies or a corpse so they had nothing to worry about for the time being.
That was until a woman was screaming for help.
Frank peeked out to see another pony, but she wasn't bitten. She had dark grey fur, a neatly kept black mane and had on a black business suit. She was running away with a huge cello in her arms and panic in her eyes as she ran past every zombie that attempted to grab her. It wasn't until she tripped over a dead body that she finally stopped running, falling on her side with a loud thud. The mare struggled to sit up, but managed to do so and saw a horde of zombies shambling towards her direction. She has a look of horror in her eyes and hugs her cello like a mother would her child. " Oh please no, not like this..."
A zombie shambled ahead of the rest of the pack, appearing to have its entire fur coat ripped off only to show its muscle and organs. It also had a hole on its head, probably because it used to be a live unicorn. It had huge holes on its chest as well, showing it was also a female. It stopped in front of the grey mare and crawled on top of her on all fours, snarling and hissing. The zombie then looked into the mares eyes with her own vacant, milky white eyes that the rest of them had as the mare shivered. "Please....no..."
It roared loudly, it jaws closing in to bite her muzzle off.
She closed her eyes in hopes this would lessen the pain of the bite and then blood splattered all over her face.
It wasn't her blood though.
She opened her eyes to she that the tip of a sword was sticking out of its skull, stopping it dead in its tracks.
"Wh-What!?"
The head torn away from its body to reveal Feather Weight holding up the sword he's using, the zombies head stuck on its tip. "Come with me if you wanna live!"
The mare looked behind him to see that many of the zombies following her are now dead. Well, dead again but still she was grateful. She stood up with cello still in her arms and looked at the pegasus with disbelief. "Could this young pegasus possibly posses such strength and versatility to fight these creatures all by himself? It couldn't be..."
"Hey Feather Weight, you done gawking at your love interest!? I had to do all the hard work while you ran through the horde and rescue your little pony!" She turned to see a man of some sort hitting the creatures with a stun baton and thus revealing he was the one who dealt with these hideous monstrosities. "Next time, how about waiting if you don't wanna have the zombies gnaw on your deaf ears!!"
The mare got up and dusted herself off, leaning her cello against a toppled over food cart. " I should thank you both. If it wasn't for the two of you, I wouldn't have made it." Feather Weight walked up to her and nodded. "It wasn't a problem!" Frank scoffed when he said this. "Just because I'm an expert doesn't mean I'll take care of every zombie your way, Light Weight." Feather Weigh laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, Frank..."
The mare coughed to get their attention as she spoke up again. "Again, I should thank you. But maybe you two can aid me." She walked to her cello and cleaned as much blood and gore she could off of her instrument. "I was running because some raiders took apart a barrier from a place me and my quartet were hiding, waiting for guards to save us. Luckily the quartet were put out of their spell, so I could dress normally and not like some common whore. We have food and weapons, so maybe we can award you two if you manage to escort me back."
Frank sighs. "Sure, escort another survivor to her own safe house. What could possibly go wrong..."
Feather Weight nods with a smile on her face, calming down the mare some. " Course we will! What's your name anyway?"
The mare gently smiles back. "My name is Octavia. Octavia Melody."
The now three survivors were now in the dance studio like last time, now with some supplies to improve the barricades blocking the windows. Frank was busy welding the metal bars and nailing bigger boards of wood so that the zombies would have a harder time getting through. Feather Weight on the other hand....
"Tartarus to the no!"
Octavia was not expecting those words from the same pony who had saved her from the grotesque, skinless pony...if that was even a pony to begin with. "What!? My companions are over there, they might be still alive!"
Feather Weight shook his head. "I nearly got my wings chopped off because of that maniac that thought I was a caribou! Who's to say that the concerto haven't gone insane because of the zombies, or even more insane than the guy in Wild Woodies!?"
Octavia scoffed at his accusation. "I'll have you know we had fought those...things as hard as we could! You think you are the only one that is suffering!?"
"No, but I know I'm smart enough to no commit suicide by going to your friends with a high possibility of getting eaten!"
The two kept on arguing with each other until Frank butted in and shouted at them. "Would you guys shut up! You're gonna attract more zombies, you really think it's a good idea to be arguing!?"
They were gonna say something to him, but then a crowd of zombies were seen shuffling out of a room they thought empty. The undead seen them and started to limp their way to the three survivors location. Seeing this had them running as fast as they could, getting as far as possible while Frank lead them to another room where he was positive was empty.
After a while, they have finally lost any form of undead and started to rest in an empty office. While Featherweight was looking around, Octavia was talking with Frank. "You are...human?" Frank was surprised at her completely accurate assumption.
"How did you know what I am?"
"A girl named Lyra. She always tried to prove your kind were real. I owe her five bits....if she's alive that is." Being in a bedroom, Octavia sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. "I just hope I can get out of this unscathed."
"Lady, you'll probably get a couple of scratches. Maybe a missing limb, but you'll get out of here."
She glared at the human. "That is not comforting. I need all my limbs to play my cello!"
"Speaking of, why did you bring that thing?" He pointed at the cello she was seen running with as it rested against the bedroom wall. It was not damaged much, but it also had some blood stains on it.
"It's my lively hood. I was supposed to play at the Canterlot Sluttwalk."
"To protest?"
"Wha-No! I was going to be forced to play while mares would be forced to walk down the street as pets! How do you not know of the Caribou!?"
Frank fiddled with his camera as she asked this. "I'm uh...from out of town."
Featherweight came across a room branched togethor with the office, a bedroom to be precise. It looked pretty small however, almost like it belonged to a single pony.
Or a foal.
It had baby toys covering the floor as well as a window with plastic stars stuck to the glass. The crib was pretty big, the rails covered by blankets and a mobile hanging above the heading. The place was filled with baby belongings like diapers and a bottle of baby powder as an example, but what seemed to be odd was the abundance of baby food.
So Featherweight slowly walked to the crib with his sword in hand, ready to strike at a moments notice. Once he took a peek, he was met with disgust.
What he saw was a blanket, covered in blood and bile as it wrapped around Celestia knows what. Larva crawling around it as well as a fowl stench that somehow never expanded out of this room.
Featherweight quickly got out of the room and shut the door with a loud slam, coughing as he tried to catch his breath from holding it in. He only hoped that the foal was safe, away from the chaos. Slavery to them probably looked more like a savior than damnation at that point....
Featherweight continued to look around the building and found the kitchen. It was a standard equipped kitchen with stoves and a fridge, so hopefully it had the essentials and non perishables.
He was right, opening cabinets he found pasta and bread as well as canned veggies. He went to find a bag under the sink, but the moment he opened the door, Featherweight was met with a shriek.
Like it belonged to a baby foal.
"You're such a wank stain, you know that?"
Frank sighed. "That was not the response I was looking for--"
"You honestly believe that I'm going to buy you being from another world?"
Frank rolled his eyes as he looked at the pictures he had taken from this event. "Look, you may not believe me but it's true. Is it really that hard to believe in a world where magical zombie ponies are out to get us?"
Octavia growled at his remark. "That is different! We have lived for thousands of years living in harmony with each other. Unicorns, earth ponies and pegasai have lived for generation among each other just as long as the sun itself has existed. In my travels, I have never seen the likes of you. "
Frank took a picture of Octavia, snapping her out of her rant. "I'm not gonna stay here and argue with you, I'm gonna--"
A loud shriek echoed the house, making Frank turn towards the doorway. "What the hell!?"
Featherweight is seen shutting the door, barricading it by pushing a cabinet in front of it. "Lightweight, what the hell did you do!?"
It was then veiny tendrils burst through the doorway, waggling around as it searched for its prey. Featherweight was still holding the cabinet in place with hope that it holds. Octavia stood back as Frank helped him out in holding the barricade in place, the tendrils slowing down a bit as it slowly wiggled back out, leaving small holes the size of billiard balls on the door.
Frank grabbed young stallion by the collar of his shirt and brought him in close, in shock. "What the hell was that and how did it find us!? That was no zombie I seen before!!"
Featherweight shook his head denying that he knew. "I don't know! I ran away from it the moment I saw it! It was freaky, I never seen anything like it!"
Frank let him go and peeked out of one of the holes, checking if the supposed zombie was anywhere in sight. "Coast looks clear enough...." Frank moved aside the cabinet and slowly opened the door, careful he didn't cause any noise. He readied his camera, ready to snap a photo of any nearby zombies for his big story. " 'Frank West survives interspecies zombies' not bad, but needs a snappier title." He said to himself.
It was then he heard what could be taken as an infants cooing. He followed the sound to the kitchen, wich was in shambles no doubt due to the outbreak. He found a little red furry baby in the corner, his head down and starring at the corner in its diaper. "Awwwe, look at you! So cute and fluffy!" He teased.
Feather Weight on the other hand took the sword he gained from the former guard and prepared to cut it in two, but Frank grabbed his wrist. "What's wrong with you, it's only a baby!?"
Octavia ran to the scene and gasped. Feather Weight had eyes that looked like it belonged to some druggy, pupils twitching as he looked at the infant. "Kill it, gotta kill it! It's gonna eat us!"
Frank kept holding him back, not seeing the infant crawl close. "It's a baby, it's practically gonna bit your nose with its gums! We're not gonna slice a baby in two!"
Octavia kept on starring at the infant, shaking as she truly saw what it looked like. "Frank...you better take another look...."
He turned his head to see the infant with bloody feet and hands, the face decaying as its eyes were popped as if they had been overheated. snout bone showing as its tongue dangled out of a hole in its jaw. But what got him the most was the stubs on its side, three on each as the infant looked up with a blank stare.
Frank pieced everything together. "Crap..."
The baby then screeched loudly as the stubs extended out into tendrils and lifted him by pushing on the ground like they were tentacles, the screeching becoming deeper in tone as it opened its mouth wider to the point it could swallow a melon.
"Run!" Octavia shouted. The trio did and with much haste. Frank barricaded the house door with a chair and continued to run, catching up to the others. "Bloody hell, what was that!?"
The door as well as the chair barricading the creature inside busted into splinters as it started coming out of the studio with the same signature screech. Frank took the picture of it as he still ran. "Whatever it is, it's hungry!"
They kept on running, the thing chasing them around the studio until they were chased out into the open. This gave them an idea of running towards the closest house. This time instead of a cabinet, they used a table and a few chairs to block the main entrance. Feather Weight stood in front of Octavia as he prepared to attack the creature if it managed to break through the door. Frank on the other hand held up his camera so he could get a good shot of the thing.
Moments passed, the gang were being as quiet as possible. Featherweight was still holding the sword up while Frank was keeping his finger on the trigger of his camera. Octavia was shivering, hopping that the creature had found something else to bother itself with.
Frank took the initiative and opened the door ever so slightly, looking through the crack. That 'thing' wasn't there, though he could hear the pitter patter of what sounded like small feet and hands hitting the ground. Opening it a bit more, he took a look to see that the zombie foal was playing with a severed pegasus wing like it was a rattle, sitting in a pool of blood to signify how fresh that wing is. Frank closed the door slowly, as to not get the attention of that thing. "Well, looks like it's occupied at the moment. We can't risk going into the hall without being spotted...." Featherweight let out a sigh of relief, lowering his arms while Octavia hugged herself thankful it wasn't coming for them at the moment.
The noises of coos and baby babble echoed the house, Octavia looking at the door in fear. "How? How is it that an innocent baby can turn into such a thing? Why does this illness have to target the most innocent of souls?"
Featherweight looked out the window as Octavia lamented over this predicament, looking for any way to escape that thing. Zombie after zombie would pass by, moaning and wandering around until they found their next meal. Nothing looked out of the ordinary from these things compared to that monster baby they almost got eaten by.
That was until one of the zombie pegasus realized they still had wings on her back. She began to flap them once, nothing. Twice, nothing. Feather Weight was about to dismiss this until said zombie continued to flap them harder, faster, elevating itself above the ground as it looked down in....amazement?? Do zombies even have emotions anymore? That was irrelevant because now the zombie was relearning how to fucking fly!!
Frank Rolled his eyes. "Besides a demonic baby using a wing as a rattle after trying to eat us with its tentacles, what else could possibly going on that's worse?"
Featherweight only pointed out the window, making Octavia and Frank look outside to see a zombie pegasus flyiing towards them.
"Oh."
It crashed through the window with a snarl of hunger, tackling Octavia against the wall. She cried out in fear,trying to push it away as the zombie pegasus kept chomping at her trying to nibble away at her face. She was shaking her head as she denied the things advances while Frank grabbed on of its wings to pull it away. This in turn made it go feral, now tackling Frank against the floor. The human didn't panic, throwing a single punch to disorientate it as it crawled back up on its feet.
The zombie came back on its feet and looked at the two, now flapping its wings again. It was about to charge at the both until Feather Weight swung his sword, decapitating it. The head would fall flat on the ground while the body was still flapping its wings like a buzzing fly, desperately using what was left of itself to attack. Frank would step forward and push it away, making it fall flat on its back and crush the wings it was trying to use like peanut brittle.
Frank would look up at Feather Weight, seeing him wipe some blood off of his face. This gave him an opportunity to snap a picture of him before he gave an appropriate response. "Alright, it did just get worse. Now we have flying zombies."
After that debacle, they were finally able to walk around the house thanks to that freaky demon offspring crawling out of sight. Literally, crawling on all fours away from the house. Frank even took some pictures with Octavia wishing she could find that cute.
Anyway, they packed up any supplies they managed to find in the house and ran back to the studio. After killing off any zombies that wandered in, the three would start putting away supplies while a few more pegasus zombies started to relearn flight outside the building. Octavia could only frown at such a thing. "Out of all the times to start flying, it had to be now."
Frank managed to find some batteries for his camera since the rechargeable it originally came with ran out of juice and well, there were no chargers for his camera here. He even managed to find a few radios, though who knows if these still worked. He also found a baseball bat etched with a lightning bolt and rainbow colored grip. Looked a bit worn out, showing how much this was used, but a weapon was a weapon.
Featherweight managed to find some medical supplies such as bandages and painkillers, unpacking them to reveal he also found ice packs and emergency rations. His wings coated in blood, he was holding back tears from what he just experienced. He had to be strong if he wanted to survive.
It was then the door was being slammed upon, voices coming from the other side. "Please, let us in! We need shelter, please help us!!" Octavia jogged to a nearby window and peered through the cracks of a barricade, seeing many female figures from the neck down. Frank was about to open the door until Octavia shouted for him to stop. "No, we can't risk it! They might be infected!!" The person behind the door shouted again. "We don't have any infected, we're clean!! Please let us in!! They're closing in!!" Zombies can be seen walking towards their location from all the screaming, reaching out to grab the nearest female.
Featherweight couldn't listen anymore and pulled the doors apart, a flock of mares as well as what seemed to be female caribou ran in with no hesitation. After the last one came in, Frank and Featherweight closed the door on a zombie that almost got in, severing an arm when they closed it. Barricading it back up, the three could only see the females cry and cheer after finally looking for a safe haven. But Frank being Frank, he took his camera out and took a picture of the large crowd. "Perfect..."
They froze hearing the males voice, looking at Featherweight and Frank West with anger. "No, no men! We can't have men in here! We've already been tortured enough!! We won't play your sick games!!" The mares shouted in anger, Octavia stepping in front of the two. "Wait, please! They are men, but they have helped me survive ever since I had escaped the caribous hold on me!! I trust them with my life because of this!" The mares looked at her in anger, one of them stepping forward. "We can't trust any males because of the caribou! Or have you forgotten they brainwashed most of the males into the way they think!!" "Well they are not under his control! Strange one of them may look, they are not under the influence of King Dainn's Crystal--" They interrupted her with nothing she says making them believe her. They kept on berating her, shouting and threatening to kill him as well as her if she doesn't abide to their wants.
"They are male! They enslaved every female they came across thanks to King Dainn!"
"They're probably spys!! We need to get rid of them!"
"Everyone is dead, and we're supposed to trust these ponies!?"
Octavia was trying her hardest to gain their trust, but nothing was working. She was used to drawing in a crowd for enjoyment, entertainment. Survivor politics were not something she was accustomed to.
"Alright, shut up the whole lot of ya!!" This silenced both Octavia and the mares making the shouting match. "I could care less if you like me or not, and you should care less if I'm a guy with a dick or if I'm a lady!! What matters most is that we get out of here as soon as possible!!" This gained their attention, listening to the strange and almost hairless creature. "This whole disaster has brought on the worst in all of us, but we don't have to be that way! What we will do is bring out the best in us and get out of this together!" He stepped closer to the mares, some of them backing away with caution. "Now you've seen how bad things can get,and how quick they can get that way. Well they can get a whole lot worse! So we're not going to fight anymore!!" Featherweight nodded, agreeing with what he was saying so far. "And we're gonna find a way to get out of here! Understand me!?" Most of the mares nodded, the female caribou doing the same. "Good. Now get some rest. You need it after experiencing what you've been through."
The females all spread out, picking spots to rest and reevaluate themselves.
Octavia went up to him and smiled. "Where did you learn to speak like that?"
Frank smirked. "Just a few words I picked up from a buddy I met during movie production, nothing too fancy."
Featherweight chuckled. "Well, at least it worked. All we can do now is plan for our next move."
Frank nodded. "Guess my vacation will have to wait a bit longer."
