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Other OC in the Zombie Apocalypse!

Discussion in 'Main Roleplay' started by Pub Crawler, 17 September 2013.

  1. Pub Crawler

    Pub Crawler Prince of Pints

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    It's been nearly 6 months since a team of 3 brave ponies and a confused looking human set off towards a research facility in Northern Equestria. Not much more has been heard of them, but the remaining hoards of undead suggest that they haven't made it yet.

    This is largely unimportant. This is not their story, this is the tale of the ponies who survived by the tips of their hooves. The few that continue to strive to live for their own reasons day by day.

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    A few RP rules:

    1. The first rule of role playing is, you don't talk about role playing!

    1. Follow the forum guidelines, mainly the rule on "No violent and Graphic role play". We don't have to avoid all conflict, just bear in mind the follow canon:

    "In the beginning, Z-hunting was easy. They were slow, uncoordinated. Now all the weak ones have been wiped out, and the remaining Zonpies developed a sense of low cunning. They stumble in the day, but can move really quiet like in the dark. Loud noises always attracts them, and injured ones always scream. If you can get the jump on a loner, try your luck. But if you even think there's another one in the area, take my advice: Shut up, stay down and hope they move the buck on."

    TL: DR - The zombies left are stronger than you, and taking on more than one is suicide.

    And now a message from our mods: "As long as actual graphic description is kept out, there should be no problems running something like this - in fact it sounds rather fun!"

    2: No god-modding, meta-playing etc. Standard stuff, but please don't make your character immortal or able to take on hordes like a foal takes on a bag of sweets. Don't use outside knowledge in game and generally don't be a word I can't mention here.

    3. Don't play someone else's character. If involved in a discussion or action with another character who doesn't respond quickly, don't just assume things on their part. We all have things to do that stop us getting online, so just be patient. If they haven't replied by Sunday 5.00pm GMT, then post your next section of story quietly excusing yourself for a moment and wait for the other person to catch up.

    4. If your character has set up shop somewhere, then by all means stay there if you wish. However if there was a valid reason for a survivor or even a group of them to visit it would be nice. Rumors can travel from town to town on the mouths of travelers.

    5. Not strictly necessary, but if you haven't already, post your OC into the Zombie Apocalypse thread.

    6. For the purposes of towns and routes, follow this map

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    7. Have fun. ^^
     
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  2. Pub Crawler

    Pub Crawler Prince of Pints

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    Sliding along on his stomach, Crawler looked over the cliff edge, wincing as loose stone rattled down the slope. The sound bounced from rock face to rock face, a factor that worked both ways. He might have alerted any nearby zonies, but if they started moving, he'd know about it long before they caught sight of him.

    Other than plenty of rocks and the occasional muted twinkle of a gem, he saw nothing in the gorge below. With a quiet sigh of relief, he sat up, legs dangling over the abyss and rummaged round his pack.

    Over the last 3 weeks he'd traveled back from the Western shore of Equestria, zigzagging across the state of Los Pegasus. True to his word, Pub Crawler had visited every pub, bar and night club in the sector, and he had the headache to prove it. Unfurling a battered map, he aligned himself by the compass tied to one hoof and traced his route along the parchment with the other.

    "Right. I crossed the mountains about 3 miles back, so I need to follow Ghastly Gorge for another 2. Then keep to the train lines round the edge of the Everfree and I should be back home by dinner." He muttered to himself, flank aching just at the thought of getting back his chair.

    Rising, he packed the map away and put hoof to ground once more. It'd only been about 20 minutes when a low groan made Crawler's ears prickle. He stopped, and looked carefully around. He couldn't see anything, but the odd boulder littered about could easily hide a small group of zonies. Ears straining, he listened intently, nostrils flaring slightly to try and pick out the Z's distinctive odor.

    There it was again, he judged it was coming from inside the gorge now. Shimmying to the edge again, he peeked.

    He was right, one zony was down there, its hind legs trapped by large chunks of rubble. Must have been caught in a rock slide. Briefly he toyed with the idea of throwing a rock down onto it, but decided against it. Silently he back away and started walking. So long as it hadn't seen him, it wouldn't call for reinforcements.

    Once at a safe distant, Crawler picked up the pace again. He still had a ways to go, and not much daylight to do it in. Given the choice, he'd rather make back to his home/stronghold and face however many zonies were left in Ponyville, than camp out and risk being taken by a stray loner.
     
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    Silent peeked out of the first floor window of the building he'd taken refuge in, being careful of the broken glass in the frame, his ice blue eyes glanced along the empty street looking for any sign of the group of 'them' that had ambushed him further up the road.

    "Nothing" he muttered to himself "where'd they go?"

    He dismissed them from his mind and checked over his equipment for any damage from the ambush, his saddlebags were still in one piece, he silently thanked Luna for that, his water canteen was gone, one of them must have bitten though the cord.

    A low groan sounded from behind him, he wheeled around and grabbed his knife from his saddlebag, one of them had found its way upstairs, its blood red eyes locked onto him as it let out another, louder moan and started staggering towards him. Silent adjusted the knife between his teeth and glanced behind him, he had a choice, take the window and fly away, risking this one alerting the rest that were in earshot, or trying to take this one out.

    "Buck this" he muttered, he leapt out the window and threw open his light blue wings, he landed on the roof of the building opposite and turned to look at the window, a pair of blood red eyes meet his gaze. Before anything else could happen he took flight and headed back to his shop as quickly as he could.
     
  4. Fridge

    Fridge Live, Learn, Laugh, Love.

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    Dusk walked along the overgrown train tracks, pausing a moment to still his cape. The journey had been long and unpleasant, he longed for respite. It had been days since he'd had a decent meal and even longer since he'd had a good nights sleep, plus his toolkit was starting to rub his leg.
    In the distance he saw a small town, one he'd once called home.
    'Not far now.' He thought as he continued his weary trot.

    He had been following these tracks since the safehouse he'd been staying in had run out of food. It had taken him a few days to work his way out of Canterlot and in that time he had seen things... done things he wished he could forget. He had no doubt in his mind that leaving that city was the only sane thing to do, staying was a death sentence.

    It was getting dark as he finally approached the edge of the town, there was no way he was going to risk travelling at night, even on his home turf. In times past the dark had been his ally, now it was anything but. He'd learnt that the first night he came out of the safehouse, the darkness was no longer your friend. It would be best if he holed up somewhere for the night.

    Being on the edge of town the buildings were few and scattered. Dusk looked at the candidates for his temporary refuge, one was a store of some kind, it's door barely hanging from a single hinge and most of its windows smashed. Through its broken windows Dusk could see empty shelves either they'd had a great sale or it had been looted.
    The second was a small house, there was a body of a unicorn laying in the front garden. Dusk could see a window on the second floor had been left open, a curtain shifting slightly in the mild breeze. The once white walls of the building now had a single red streak leading to where the body lay. Bloodstains pockmarked the door, obviously it had been thumped on repeatedly and hard.
    Lastly there was a silo, it looked like it had been largely untouched. A rickity looking wooden ladder led up to a parapet that overlooked most of the town.

    Given the choices Dusk, headed cautiously toward the door of the house, giving the body as wide a birth as he could. He gave the door a experimental tug, and got nothing.
    'Of course not.' Thought Dusk, 'Why would it be that simple?'
    He lifted his forehoof to the keyhole of the lock and twisted to allow the lockpick to extend from his toolkit. That was when he heard a low gutteral moan behind him.
    Dusk paused and closed his eyes with a sigh.
    "Great." He muttered under his breath.
    He quickly jumped to the right and ran around the side of the building... right into a deadend. He looked around quickly as he ran, in front of him was a low lean-to shed with a open window above it. He bounded up onto the roof of the lean-to and, using the momentum, bounced up and into the window.
     
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    It was late afternoon by the time Silent landed on the roof of the building opposite his shop, he sat down to catch his breath whist scanning the street in front of his shop for any sign of movement. Seeing none he decided to make sure that non of them were hiding just out of sight, he picked up a nearby rock and threw it towards the other end of the street, he heard a smash as one of the few whole windows down the wrecked street shattered. He laid down on the roof and waited.
    One minute,
    two minutes,
    at two minutes 14 seconds he heard the first moans of them, then he caught sight of them emerging from several of the wrecked buildings, they looked around with their unnerving red eyes then headed towards the source of the noise at the other end of the street.

    After they'd cleared out, Silent leapt off the roof and glided down to the first floor window of his apartment, below which he'd constructed a simple wooden platform which he used to safely take off and land on, a necessity since he'd barricaded all doors on the ground floor and boarded up all the windows.

    When he'd gotten inside he took off his saddlebags and emptied out his haul, about a weeks worth of food, if he rationed it, and several bottles of water, he gathered it all up and put it away in his small kitchen.
    He headed downstairs and sighed as always when he saw the sorry state of his shop 'Silent Krafts', he hated seeing it like this, all the shelves and display cabinets had been pulled apart and used to barricade the shop windows and the front door, then all of his thickest cloth and fabric he'd hung over it all to keep any light from getting out and to stop anything from being able to see in.
    He pushed the thought from his mind and headed into the back room where he kept all his crafting tools and materials, he'd been thinking of a new design for a weapon he could mount just above his hoof so he didn't have to carry a weapon in his mouth.
    He slipped on his goggles, grabbed his tools and got to work.
     
  6. Pub Crawler

    Pub Crawler Prince of Pints

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    The sun was already well into its downward arc as Crawler stopped to rest at a junction on the train lines. To his left lay the path towards White Tail Wood, and Ponyville was only a stones throw away. Compared to the last few days, this had been an easy, almost relaxed time. The Everfree Forest had always put the fear of Discord into him, a few zonies didn't add anything to that.

    The thought justled something in his brain, and he reached into his pack. Most of the items were dogged eared and battered, some had been that way even before Z-Day 1. But a couple of things were well kept, as new from the shop. He pulled out a shining 10 bit coin and gazed at the faces. Celestia beamed back at him from one side, whilst Luna looked cooly on from the other. It was still hard to believe that Celestia was gone, that Luna and the other princesses might have meet similar fates. That of course was if you believed the rumours. Crawler guessed that since the sun continued to rise and fall, at least one of them had to still be fighting, He hoped that they were all safely held up somewhere, preferably with a legion of castle guards.

    Moment of nostalgia over, he replaced the coin carefully and dug out the odd ends he actually needed now. Lessons had been learnt from his trip to Los Pegasus, and he wasn't going to waste them. Out came a firework, simply labelled "The Big One", which he stuck into the ground on its wooden spike. To the fuse he tied one end of a ball of string. Tilting the rocket, he aimed it towards the North West of Ponyville and promptly headed East, trailing string behind him. As the outer most building came into view, he stopped. Already a slight smell of bad meat had invaded his nostrils, they were close.

    Right, that should be about ten minutes worth

    Levitating a piece of steel next to the string, he struck it with some flint. On the third strike, sparks caught hold and the string end started glowing merrily, burning slowly along. Crawler resumed his path, eyes tracking from side to side. As the twelvth minute passed, he was sliding along the shadows in a side street when a deafening roar filled the air. Glancing up, he saw the rocket rising skyward before exploding out. Clearly it was of unicorn design, as the pink, blue and white sparks arranged themselves into the outline of Cadence and Shining Armour. As they kissed, serveral more crackling explosions sounded, releasing a fresh hail of glittering trails.

    Already he could hear the movement of hooves, how many was impossible to say, but he knew that it was a sizable number. Amoungst all the noise, he dared to run, hoping his hoofsteps would blend in with the others. Almost home, he was almost home.
     
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    Fridge Live, Learn, Laugh, Love.

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    "Ooph." Said Dusk as he landed with a thump that knocked the wind out of him.
    He lay silently on his back for a moment listening to his surroundings as the dust from his landing settled around him. All that could be heard was the persistent scrabbling of his pursuer outside, from within was only silence.
    "I've had smoother landings." He said to himself, as he slowly stood up and shook off the fine film of dust that now covered him.

    He looked around him, he was in a bedroom, a foals one by his guess. There were a few faded drawings scattered about on the light blue walls. A battered little wooden cupboard was to his left and in the centre of the room was an unmade bed, beyond that was the closed door to the rest of the house.
    It looked like the draws of the cupboard had been pulled out in a hurry and left on the bed. Obviously they must have been packing in a rush.
    Dusk walked to the nearest drawing to him, it showed three ponies, one a foal and two older. Assuming the colours were accurate one of the older ponies was a blue earth pony with a red mane and the other a green unicorn with a brown mane. The foal was a pink unicorn with a yellow mane.
    He looked back out at the window at the creature below. 'Brown mane, green coat, horn head... Poor guy didn't even make it out of town.' He thought to himself.

    Turning from the drawing he faced the bed, it looked inviting but even with his body screaming for rest he knew better than to try and sleep until the house was checked over. He had made that mistake once before, thank Celestia the thing bit into the toolkit first.
    Dusk walked across the room to the door and placed his ear to it, he heard no sounds but that didn't fill him with confidence. He pulled and the door opened silently. The doorway led to a wooden landing overlooking a dining area below, the stairs down directly to his right.
    The weak light of the fading day filtered through the few windows saturating the world with a dirty grey hue. He looked left along the small landing. There was a single door, which must have been the parents bedroom. He walked over to the door carefully listening for any sign of life, or unlife... Whatever it was.
    He pushed the door open carefully. As he suspected it opened reveal the parents bedroom, and like the foals room it looked like the cupboards had been emptied in a hurry. The curtain of the open window waved gently in the breeze, as if greeting him.
    Satisfied that at least that room was empty, he slowly moved down the stairs wincing when one step decided to creak.
    It became immediately apparent that, apart from himself, the house was empty of life. A thin layer of dust covered every surface, there was no sign that anypony or anything had been here recently.
    He walked around the room checking each window checking to see if they were secure, they were, one had a broken lock which would make it easy to break into but since Zony's tend to smash rather than open, it was moot. There was only one door out and he knew that was locked from his interrupted earlier attempt.

    Dusk walked upstairs noting to rummage through the kitchens cupboards later and entered the foals room. He closed the window making sure to lock it and then shut door. He moved the empty draws off the bed and then ungraciously flopped backward onto the soft bed.
     
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    Silent put down his tools pushed up his goggles, he looked up at the boarded up window and saw light coming through the cracks, it was early morning.

    "Another all nighter" he muttered, he turned back to his workbench and, with a small smile, admired what he'd managed to create. At first glance they appeared to be a pair of plain leather bracers, he picked one up and flipped it over revealing a small metal mechanism, he picked up a tool and made a few small adjustments, satisfied he picked up a small metal plate and fixed it over the internals.
    He slipped one on over his right foreleg and tightened it just above his hoof. He walked around a little getting a feel for how it sat on his leg, satisfied he raised his hoof up and gave it a quick flick, the mechanism clicked and a small spring loaded blade shot out and locked into place, he gave another flick and the blade retracted back into place.
    "perfect" he said allowing himself a genuine smile, he put on the other one and tested it out the same way, it didn't work quite right, the blade wouldn't retract.

    He scowled,
    "great" he muttered, he took it off and after a few minutes of tinkering put it back on and tried again, this time it worked fine.
    Feeling relived he removed them both and took them upstairs to put them with his other weapons, a collection of knives and a crowbar, who needs a lockpick when you can force the door open, right?

    Suddenly he heard a crash of splintering wood from downstairs. On full panic mode he grabbed the crowbar and rushed downstairs. He reached the bottom of the stairs just in time to see a bloody hoof pulling the cloth he'd covered the barricade in through a small jagged hole. with the cloth gone silent saw several pairs of blood red eyes staring at him through the gaps between the boards.

    "Ah buck!" he shouted, Silent rushed into his workshop just as they fell upon the barricade, he grabbed all his tools he'd need for any basic repairs, he then rushed back out and as he reached the stairs he felt something strike his rear left leg,

    "Gah!" his tools clattered to the ground as he collapsed at the foot of the stairs, clutching his injured leg he looked behind him, it looked like there was a fireworks display going off in his shop, an ex-unicorn had forced its head through a hole in the barricade and was firing off random spells.

    He swept up his tools in one leg and as quickly as he could made his way upstairs, when he made it to his apartment he dropped everything and closed and bolted his door, limping as fast as he could he grabbed his saddlebags, filled one side of them with all his supplies from the kitchen, including what was left of his first aid kit, his leg would have to wait though, making his way through to the lounge he grabbed his tools and weapons and dropped them into the other side of the bags, he'd dropped the crowbar downstairs.

    Dropping the bags by the window, he rushed to his bedroom and grabbed his only personal items he had left, his black hoodie with the shadowbolt insignia printed across the back (no way he was leaving that!) slipping it on, he grabbed the family photo he kept on his bedside table, he slipped it out of the frame and slid it into a pocket.

    He rushed back to the window where he'd dropped the saddlebags, just as he put them on he heard a crash from behind him, his door had given in. Not bothering to look behind him, Silent opened the window leapt out onto the platform and flew away as fast as his wings would carry him.
     
  9. Pub Crawler

    Pub Crawler Prince of Pints

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    Sanctuary. Once Pub Crawler had thought he knew the meaning of that word. The trials of the last few months neatly proved that he'd only known it in the academic sense, now he could truly appreicate it. House before him, Crawler looked back over the town. The final rays of gold glinted back red from the eyes of the roaming horde, the effect of the firework already worn off. They'd wander aimlessly untill something gave them purpose again.

    Something tugged at his pack and Crawler jumped back, heart in throat, a strangled cry escaping him. When word has started spreading that zonies were on the loose, he'd been one of the few to stay in Ponyville and had taken precautions. A crude fence made of criss-crossed broom handles and planks surronded his bungalow for thrity feet in all directions. Each one was well entrenched, bound to its neighbour with strong rope and topped with knives.

    At somepoint during his travels, a light red pegasus zony had fallen, or simply flew straight onto one of the posts. Caught through the neck, it'd slidden to the bottom and become stuck there. Its hindlegs pawed ineffectivly at him, a weak husky croak was all that could get out its withered lips. Stepping carefully around her, Crawler walked up to the sign post in the middle of his fence, the familar words in bright yellow paint a welcome sight.

    "All living welcome. Warning: Step off with the left, cause the right is wrong. Pub Crawler is..." The last word, out, was painted onto a small rectangle of wood, hung on the sign by wire. He flipped it to in and gently pulled the sign forward. Concealed behind was a small gap in the fence, just large enough for a laden pony to wriggle through. A wall of spikes lay a few inches in, unfazed he felt around and pulled out a bolt, causing the points to fall back, overgrown grass easily absorbing the noise.

    Shuffling in, Crawler turned, resetting the sign and trap. A line of flagstones went up to his front door, the edges dwarfed by the unkempt lawn. In the dieing light, it looked like thin lasers crossed the path at regular intervals. I should be so lucky. He thought to himself, knowing what they really were. Every second stone was covered by a length of cheesewire, pulled taut between a pair of six inch high stakes. So long as you put your left hoof forward first and kept a steady pace, it was easy to cross, but then, zonies couldn't read the warning he'd left. Nor could they read the one on his front door, which was left slightly ajar. Red letters know warned; "Do not enter, use back window."

    Going round, he noted that the coils of barbwire on the perimeter of his roof were undisturbed. No more pegasi had followed the first one. At the rear, one of the windows was marked with a small X. On the ground was a thin blade, which he leviated up and ran round the layer of putty on the glass. Free from its mooring, the pane swung in on a pair of hinges. Jumping in, he pushed the glass back into place, it settled with a soft squelch and stuck there.

    "Home, Sweet Home." He muttered.

    Inside was dark, the air still and stale. Shutting the thick curtains, Crawler lit a candle, glancing round the room as the sphere of light expanded. It was cramped, but Z free. His bed and shelves were pushed up against one wall, 2 more were lined with clunky furnature blocking the the windows. A quick peek into the kitchen confirmed that he was alone. Boxes and bags covered every surface, not as much as he'd like, but enough to live on for a while yet. One of the perks of travelling, you didn't always dip into your stock. Finally, he checked the hallway door. The hall was blocked by the the large timber he'd dragged back from a nearby contruction site. Held in a sling of ropes, if anything opened the front door, it'd swing forward and give 'em one heck of a headache.

    Convinced that all was as it should be, Crawler closed the door again, pushed a wardobe against the window he'd entered by and turned to the map. Covering the forth wall, it was massive, easily ten by eight foot. Pilfered from the library, it showed all of Equestria. Reading it wasn't easy, as Crawler frequently adorned it. The pattern of ink marks would have kept a team of cryptographists busy for weeks, but he could view it easily enough. Places he'd been, where and when he meant to be there, things he found, pubs visited and the few places he'd heard of or actually seen other ponies where marked. Along with whatever he'd felt was important to mark at the time. Jotting a cluster of new marks, he shrugged his pack off and sat down on the bed.

    Los Pegasus was all but lost. Zonies roamed freely, and if anypony had been alive, they hadn't made themselves known to him. He knew that it was a wide area, that he could have stayed another year and not covered all of it. But to not see any sign was disheartening. With a sigh, he snuffed out the candle and laid down to sleep, he'd plan his next move in the morning.

    Sleep however proved to be difficult. Heart still pounding from the pegasus earlier, he couldn't lie still long enough to drop off. The sound of a breaking twig from outside made him sit up. Slinking over to the window, he pulled back the curtain a crack. The moon wasn't overly bright, he thought he saw just one silhouette moving, about fifteen yards away. Watching with stilled breath, it seemed to move on. Closing the curtain, Crawler went into the kitchen and opened the first cupboard, knowing the way as well in the dark as he did in the light. Bottle and glass in hoof, he returned to bed. After checking that the sports bat was stashed down the side, he poured out a double measure of whisky and knocked it back. Then another. Throat burning, he placed the glass down and quickly fell into an unseasy sleep.
     
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    The wet sounds of chewing filled his ears as he ducked back behind the corner he had just turned. He waited a moment and, once he was sure he hadn't been seen, risked a peek. A tall pony had it's back to him it was bent down at the neck, it's head wedged in what was once a unicorn. An odd sensation filled Dusk as he looked at this pony, it's coat was once a dirty red and it wore a cloak that was strangely familiar.
    Wanting to get a closer look Dusk stepped around the corner. It stopped chewing and slowly it's head rose and turned to face him. Dusk froze in terror as a single red eye focusing on him. It's mouth opened, letting loose a scream that pierced Dusks ears, the meat from its mouth falling to the floor with a sickening splat.

    A loud crash caused Dusk to wake with a start, the morning light stinging his eyes as they darted to and fro around the room. He relaxed a little when noticed that the door was still shut and he was alone in the room.
    'That nightmare again.' He thought his body shuddering slightly. It'd been the same every night for nearly a month now. Either Luna was too busy to be wrangling nightmares or she wasn't around anymore.
    The horrible thought crept into his mind of a Zony Alicorn with the power to dreamwalk. He shook the thought off, it was too grim to bare thinking.

    Rubbing at his eyes he got off the bed and looked out the window. His horn headed friend was still there, but now pinned under a pile of wood. It's constant scrabbling had finally been too much for the lean-to, which apparently decided that if it was going down it was taking the Zony with it.
    He chuckled darkly and fiddled at toolkit to make it more comfortable.
    "Well at least that was one problem dealt with." He said, as he walked out the door. He took the stairs down to the main of the house, this time avoiding the creaky step with a hop.

    The downstairs was as dusty he had left it the previous day, meaning no uninvited guests, living or otherwise. 'Good, I might be able to eat without rushing for once.' He thought.
    With that he turned his attention to the cupboards of the kitchen, most of its contents were too far gone to eat but there were some cans, they had no labels though.
    He picked one at random and put it down on the counter. He started to search through the draws.
    "Oh, come on! Seriously?" He said irritably after a few minutes of fruitless searching.
    "They must have taken it with them." He said sighing.
    Disheartened and hungry he took off his saddle bag and let it fall to the floor, causing a small dust cloud. 'Perhaps they'll be useful later' he thought as he dumped the cans in unceremoniously.
    Dusk surveyed the rest of the downstairs... a two seater sofa, dining table, chairs, nothing to search through. What little there was of value it seemed had been taken by the fleeing occupants and it was obvious to Dusk that the ponies that had lived here weren't exactly Canterlot Elite.
    Leaving his saddle bags where they were, he went upstairs to the parents room.

    The room wasn't much bigger than the foals, he noted as he stepped over the clothes that had been left. As he had thought the parents cupboard was empty but that wasn't the reason he'd come in here. He walked to the window, the street below was empty, meaning the Zonies must be busy elsewhere, otherwise the noise of the lean-to's collapse would have drawn them. Of course being on the outskirts of town there were bound to be fewer.
    He looked to the silo opposite, or more importantly at the ladder. He didn't like how rickety it looked but it was the only way up.
    Turning from the window his felt his hoof hit something under the bed, he looked under and smiled. 'It looks like they forgot something' He thought, 'it would be remiss of me not to look.'
    Bending down he pulled the object out and lifted it onto the bed. It was a small wooden box with brass clasps and no lock.
    "It always amazes me that ponies think that under the bed is a good place to hide things." Muttered Dusk to himself as he opened it.
    As he looked at the contents of the box and his smile grew wide.
    "Ha! Daddy had a sweet tooth!" He exclaimed jubilantly.
    He took a candy bar, opened it and ate it with glee, thinking that perhaps today wouldn't be so bad. He closed the box and carried it downstairs to add the contents to his saddlebags.

    The front door to the house opened and Dusk stepped outside into the daylight feeling refreshed. He pushed he door closed with his hind leg hearing the locks latch click into place.
    He trotted toward the silo knowing that today was going to be long, but perhaps with a little luck it would be a good one.
     
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    As dusk approached, Tango awoke from his hammock that was strung up high upon a tree in Everfree Forest. The elevation kept him safe (somewhat) from all the danger that lurked beneath him. He used his magic to quickly gather his things and put them into a khaki saddlebag. He then tied a long strip of cloth around his back hoofs. The cloth kept his hoofs from being cut by the bark as he descended from the tree. (A trick he learned from a rebel fighter during the Cavallian Civil War.) He stopped as soon and he got on solid ground, and kept his ears and eyes open for "Zeta", Tango's codename for the zombie ponies. After a minute or two, he used his magic to unscrew a bottle of water and took a quick swig. Three out of five of the bottles he had were empty, and he was halfway through his fourth. Finding water wasn't a nessescity right now, but it sure couldn't hurt him. He tried to erase all of this from his mind. The only thing he was worried about now, was getting to Ponyville before dawn.

    He trecked forward on a dark, dusty trail leading seemingly to nowhere. He had a flashlight on him, but he didn't dare use it because the light could attract certain "undesireables". Contrary to what others might assume, hiking through a post-apocolyptic Everfree Forest in the middle of the night wasn't exactly the "suicide mission" everypony else would think. In fact, this part of the hike was rather uneventful. There were plenty of places to hide, the trees gave him great elevation, and there was an abundance of food. The ponies stayed away from Everfree because of the fear of any Zeta that might be possibly hiding out in there. Zeta stayed away because of the wild creatures that called Everfree home. As far as the wild creatures went, Tango thought 'If you don't bother them, they won't bother you.' a philosophy that has worked out for the most part.

    Travelling at night was also an advantage. Zeta are stronger at night, and ponies are more vulerable when they're asleep. He was attacked while asleep in a place he assumed safe in Appleloosa. He almost lost his life there and that was an experience he hopes to never repeat again. The real danger, as far as Tango was concerned, wasn't the wild beasts or even Zeta. It was other ponies. Other ponies are unpredictable under stress, and can snap under pressure. They are also willing to lie, cheat, steal, or even kill to stay alive. Knowing that there aren't any in the entire forest kept Tango's mind at ease. He had run-ins with other ponies before, he was even with a group. He travelled through Hayseed Swamps with them.

    There were five of them, three females and two males. They bickered an awful lot. One them was a real piece of work. He claimed to know the area, but didn't. He'd lead them to a dead-end or some Zeta hideout, and Tango would have to use his military training or survival skills to get the lot out of it -- EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. His ego was unbelievable. He always wanted to be in charge, and be a leader. Tango learned in the military; that leadership requires humility, honor, and sacrifice. He didn't have any of these qualities, and niether did his companions. One of the mares was as sharp as a bowling ball. Her loud talking and yelling gave thier postions away to many of Zeta. Eventually he had enough of putting his plot on the line for a bunch of dead weights. He ditched them back at Dodge Junction and never saw them again. They were probably dead by now. "Fools." he muttered softly.

    After walking about an hour he saw a clearing in the forest up ahead. He didn't know whether or not to go for it. Going there meant he could get a clear look at the stars and use them as a compass, but it also made him visable to everything in the area. There were plently of places within the forest to hide, but running around in there could easily get him lost. He was unsure of what to do, but he knew he had to make a desision quickly.
     
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    Silent needed to land, the adrenalin rush had got him through his escape from the attack on his shop, but that had passed and his wings were tired and his wounded leg needed seeing to.
    He looked around below him and spotted the train station,
    "That'll do" he said wincing slightly, the wind was stinging the burns on his leg.

    He swooped down and carefully, as not to put any weight on his leg, landed on the roof of the station, it was an old building and as he landed a couple of roof tiles slid off and clattered onto the station platform. Ignoring the noise he examined his leg, it looked bad, the spell had burned his hair off the back of his leg and the exposed skin was an angry red colour and several blisters had already started forming.

    He opened the saddlebags and got out the first aid kit, he opened it and found what was left of the antiseptic cream and the last bandage, just what he needed. He winced as he squeezed the last of the cream onto his leg then carefully rubbed it over the burn, he then unwrapped the bandage and wrapped up his leg, being sure to cover the entire burn.

    "ok" he said to himself "now I need a plan"

    He wasn't planning on staying in Trottingham any longer, they'd taken over his home, and he was pretty sure he'd gutted the town of any and all supplies. First he'd need a map to see where the closest town was, he knew the station would have maps, he'd being there before.
    Before heading down he slipped off the saddlebags and put on both his bracers, he tested the blades a few times, giving a satisfied nod he glided down and landed lightly on the station platform, wincing slightly, he limped towards the ticket office.

    Inside he took a quick look around and spotted what he was after, a map of Equestria, "perfect" he said happily, smiling as he slipped it into his pocket.

    As he stepped back outside he looked around and saw a small coffee shop on the station platform, at the thought of coffee he realised he hadn't slept since yesterday morning, eagerly he made his way inside. the inside of the shop was as wrecked as the rest of the town, ignoring the mess he made his way behind the counter where he spent the next 15 minutes fruitlessly searching for anything resembling coffee,
    Letting his temper get the better of him he threw his hoofs up in the air "For Luna's sake, all I want is a bucking coffee, is that to much to ask?"
    In a foul mood silent made his way outside and flew back onto the roof, there he pulled out the map and started thinking up a plan.
    A few minutes later, the sound of snoring filled the air around the station.
     
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    Tango paced forward slowly. A smile gradually crept across his face. Tonight, I feel lucky, he thought. He decided he was going to chance it. He was going for the clearing in the forest despite the potential danger. Everfree Forest was hardly the place to try one's fortunes. Tonight however, something was in the air. It felt like tugging sensation, deep wthin his gut. Tango always went with his gut... ALWAYS.

    As he got closer he smile widened, and his walk quickened. He wasn't sure if he was seeing things, or was maybe going crazy. It couldn't be. It was. By the time he got to the clearing he saw a best-case scenario situation staring back at him -- a lake. Actually, more it was like a pond. It was maybe 75 square feet, more than enough to wet his hoofs. He threw his saddlebag by the shore. He also took out all medal objects out of his pockets, including his daggers and keys. He took one look back at his keys. Hoping that he'd be able to return home and use them once again. He also took off the medals off his jacket, fearing that they may rust in the water. He'd have to go in with his uniform on, as much as it pained him to do it.

    He slowly made his way into the pond. The water as cold, but a nice cold. It was also a lot deeper than he anticipated. It was hardly the nicest pond in Equestria, it was covered in algae, bugs, mud, and plant life. It still was a whole lot better than no pond. Washing in the pond ensured his safety from Zeta, for at least an hour. It also stopped other creatures from following his scent. Plus, it allowed him to stargaze while being mostly below ground level and well hidden. He didn't know if Zeta could swim, but it didn't matter. Drowning one in here would be very easy. As long as he didn't do much splashing around he should be fine.

    Tango floated on his back, staring at the stars. By the looks of things he was about an hours walk away from Ponyville. The night was still young, he had plenty time to get there. However, this was what he most feared. If he arrived at Ponyville in the middle of the night, he could be running into a large crowd of angry, powerful, Zeta, and almost certain death. The pond was an obvious safe-haven. He planned on killing a few more hours here, before venturing on. Hopefully he'll reach Ponyville after daybreak.

    Suddenly, he heard a small splashing noice. He silently treaded water. His ears and eyes were fully aware, and scanning his surroundings. The was a couple of minutes of silence. Then he heard it again. Then a soft hissing noise. Tango looked around frantically. Show yourself! Then he spotted something moving out of the corner of his eye. He zeroed in on it. It was on the other side of the pond. A small creature. A raccoon. A harmless little raccoon. Minding it's own buisness, washing berries by the water. Tango breathed a sigh of relief.

    Tango spent about four hours at the pond. Swimming laps, and working out his body. He also did a lot of foating around relaxing and stargazing. Trying to think happy thoughts. The raccoon came and left. He was all alone. It was the closest thing he had to "fun" since he arrived in Equestria. He emerged from the pond pruney, but otherwise okay and even optomistic. He quickly gathered all his things and was ready to go. One last thing he took all of his water bottles out and refilled them with pond water. He then went through his saddlebag and going through his many survival gadgets and do-dads. He pulled out five, light blue, pill-like tablets. He threw one into each bottle and used his magic to shake them up. The tablets dissolved, and they dissolved all the dirt, algae, and other bad stuff with it. That left him with fresh, clean, perfectly safe water.

    With fresh water, and a clear head, he geared up. Taking one last look at the stars he headed north. "Next stop, Ponyville."
     
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  14. Eiro

    Eiro Cutie Cuddly Wuddly Huggily Princess

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    it had been a few days since Eiro had left canterlot on hoof, but to unfortunatly for her it was getting dark and she was only just ariving back into ponyville, she arived at the town's border taking every opertunity to take shelter as she made her way to her house to retrieve what ever hadnt already been raided by other ponies trying to survive, she was hoping that the chests in Ferrah's workshop hadnt been broken into, infact if she was right about her friend it would take more than brute force to open them.

    as she made her way through the market section of the town the ever present groaning of the zombie ponies was imposible to miss and there lifeless movement was easy to identify aswell, for the most part Eiro kept to the rooftops where she hoped they wouldnt take notice, she didnt want to try and fly not only for being easy to spot but also for her injured wing during her last encounter after crashing badly through trees.

    while she continued to kreep through the streets and alleys she caught sight of an unusually large and active horde that seemed to have beusted iinto somponies house curious to see what had gotten their attention, she stacked up some crates and peered into one o the top windows seeing what looked to be a workshop of sorts she scanned what was left of the room most noticibly a broken window, before she could really asses the situation one of the zombie ponies in the room took notice of her, not hesitating it began to charge in her direction.

    "yikes" Eiro squeaked as she lost her balance just as the creature came hurtling threw the window barley missing her as she fell to the ground, "ouch" she winced having landed on her hurt wing, but before she could try and sooth the pain the zombie had already risen to its hooves and began to make its way towards her likely with an injury slowing it thanks to its own fall, seeing as there was no safe way to deal with it and escape she evident horde that was now making its way to her location she got back to her hooves and began to make a dash in an attempt to clear the rest of the town to her home, using her agility to outrun and avoid getting caught or trapped by the zombies that made an attempt to attack her.
     
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    Fridge Live, Learn, Laugh, Love.

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    He was right, the ladder leading up the silo was fragile to say the least, but it was also the only way up unless you had wings. Dusk thought about how much easier life would have been if still had his wings, they had been removed long ago leaving only a pair of small scars as a reminder. 'Can't miss what you never had.' He thought.
    With that he mounted the ladder and began his ascent, the ladder creaking ominously as he climbed. He took each step with care, the last thing he needed was a injured or broken leg. Thankfully the climb went without incident and he grunted with effort as he pulled himself and his saddlebags up on to the parapet.
    Leaning against the silo he steadied himself, that candy bar he ate earlier wasn't going to cut it, he needed some real food and soon. He looked down at the store below wondering if the looters would have taken all the can openers too. 'I'll have to check that out next.' He thought.
    There was a large hole in the silo's roof, from the looks of it something had crashed into it at a high speed. He looked down but it was too dark to see far inside, shrugging Dusk moved around the parapet to the side facing the main of the town.
    He tested the railing and satisfied that it wasn't going to break, lifted his forelegs to lean on it. Standing in the middle of town he could see the town hall. It looked worse for wear, the only windows unbroken were on the top floor and it's doors were nowhere to be seen. A few Zonies ambled aimlessly in front of it, five by Dusks count.
    Looking to the market he could see a large concentration of them, most seemed to be attacking a building but there were a few breaking away.
    'Where there are Zonies, there are survivors, and survivors mean supplies.' He thought, making a mental note to check that place out once coast was clear.
    He scanned down the street looking for his target. There it was seemingly intact, for the most part, it looked like a small fire had charred one wall and all but one small window was smashed, but otherwise the Sofa and Quills shop was standing. A few Zonies milled around it but those shouldn't present much of a problem as long as he was quiet.

    A dull thud caused Dusk to spin around to see the lone Zony begin to pick itself up off he floor, one of its forelegs was bent at an angle that made Dusk feel nauseous. Its broken leg had caused it to lose its balance and fall face first onto the wooden parapets floor.
    From the looks of it the Zony had been a earth pony that retreated up here for safety and died from its injures. It still had a tattered saddle bag on, although there was a large tear in one side. It's yellow coat sagged and was covered in a layer of grime, only patches of it's red mane remained.
    Dusk took advantage of his opponents weakness and ran full pelt into the Zony's side causing it to barrel over into the railings. He kicked out at its legs causing what little balance it had to be lost. It slipped through the railings to the street below, landing with a sickening thump. He looked down over the railings, it was still active, groaning incessantly as it stared up at him. In the fall some of the contents of its saddle bags had fallen out to the street below. Dusk couldn't make out what exactly, but it was worth taking a look when he went back down.
    He looked back at the view of the town below and took a moment to plan out a rough route toward his intended destination, noting a few of the new landmarks that had appeared in town since the Zony's had moved in. 'At some point I should invest in a map of Ponyville so I can alter it.' He thought, as he began his decent back to the ground, again the ladder voiced it's complaints. It was at about halfway down it decided to act, the creaking became a loud snap as the top of the ladder came away from the silo. Dusk flung himself toward the silo and quickly twisted his forehoof right to bring out the climbing hook as he fell. The hook gained purchase in the silos wooden wall causing Dusk to crash into the side of it making a loud hollow bang.
    "Sweet Celestia, that hurt!" He groaned, as he winced. His flank was in pain from where his saddlebags pulled, the weight of those cans finally getting to him.
    He looked down, he wasn't too far from the ground, maybe five feet. With a bit of effort he loosed the straps of his saddlebag with his spare hoof, it fell to the ground noisily. He retracted the hook and hit the ground with a roll, his flank complaining at the punishment it was taking.
    Knowing the noise of him hitting the silo would attract zonies, he quickly pulled on his saddlebag and glanced around for what had fallen from the, now incapacitated, Zony's saddlebag earlier. Most of what he found was food, long past being edible, but there was one item that was of use... a canteen. He quickly put it in his own bags and galloped toward the main of the town.
     
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    Wisdom Pen Residential Philosopher and Wizard of Lincoln

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    It was morning and the sun had been risen for a few hours but due to the mountainous terrain of Unicorn Range it wasnt until 8:00 that the light finally broke over the hills and awoke Wisdom from inside the cave that for the past two months hed called home.

    He had been travelling back from Vanhoover where he had been giving a series of lectures when the outbreak occured, he had held off for a time with a group of like minded intellectuals at the University but after a while he knew he needed to get back to Canterlot, he had to make sure that Rose Wing was still alive he just couldn't bare the thought of her out there alone fending for herself, of course she had been staying with friends until he'd gotten back but that has months ago now, he'd of continued on but after running into a band of thieves who had taken control of Tall Tale City he was badly wounded and needed time to recouperate the bandits thought that he'd not survive long in the mountains with a broken wing and leg, but they'd underestimated him and he was able to find a secure cave inwhich to hide whilst his wounds healed living off fungus and moss that grew in the caves and the grass that populated small areas down the valley.

    Wisdom Yawned and stood up on his four legs, and proceeded to shake off thedregs of last nights sleep. Smacking his lips he observed his surroundings. Just as it had been before the blanket and bag that he used as his bed were still there along with his other bags filled with water, food and other supplies just in case he needed to make a quick escape. Next he looked over to the wall of sticks and stakes at the enterance of the small cave to check to see if anything had been disturbed or moved, of course nothing had the main reason he camped out in the high mountains was due to the relavative lack of pony life Zony or not but he still checked the bear traps and ropes hed placed just in case, ever since that one night when a random probably lost Zony had found his cave he was just able to push it other cliff just outside the door of the cave and ever since made sure to have traps set and barricades to ensure his safety.

    Wisdom then moved to look out the cave opening carefully stepping around his traps to check the surrounding area it was then he saw them, "Oh Horseapples" Cried Wisdom a gourp of maybe 4 Zonies were making their way through the valley below, they hadn't seen him yet and he would of maybe just ignored them and gone back inside barricading himself for the next day but this was the third pack of Zonies this week and the eighth this month
     
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  17. Eiro

    Eiro Cutie Cuddly Wuddly Huggily Princess

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    after putting a large distance between herself and her persuers Eiro took cover in a quiet alley to catch her breath, once she regained the majority of her stamina she used the window ledges to climb to the top of the building she had taken refuge behind making sure to croutch she took a look to see how quiet the street was to her reliefe there was very little activity, probably due to the commotion caused further down.

    checking on her wing once again she ound she could move it with little to no pain, discarding the bandages she took a jump from the roof useing her wings to low her fall she cntinued making her way to her home to collect what little supplies that might be left, as she continued down the streets though she began to noticed loud and clumsy moement through the windows of the buildings, not second guessing herself she began to pick up the pase running threw the street again.

    very shortly she managed to make it out of the main section of the town and towards the more quiet outskirts and shortly ariving at her home,"dang" she muttered quietly, unfortunatly for her just before she stepped threw the open door she heard a loud groan causing her to duck below the window, as she peered threw she could see a single zombie pulling things apart, taking a stray rock from the ground she tossed it out and away from her house, the noise getting the creatures attention and as it fumbled its way towards the distraction she slipped inside and made her way into her house and down into the workshop area.
     
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    The rain was what woke Silent up, as the first few raindrops splashed on his face he yawned and sat up, looking up at the steel grey sky he sighed.

    "Great, a rogue storm" he muttered.

    He folded up the map, grabbed his saddlebags and glided back down onto the station platform. He looked around, making sure there were no zonys nearby, then headed inside the station coffee shop.

    No sooner had he closed the door then the storm really started, the rain started thundering down hard enough to make the remaining glass in the window panes loudly rattle.

    Ever since the outbreak started 6 months ago, there have been no pegasus weather teams to look after the weather and so, without any guidance from them, most clouds had clumped together into these rogue storm clouds that now just drifted around Equestria. Luckily, this storm was only rain, rogue storms could be anything, Silent remembered a few months ago, a bad snow storm had hit Trottingham and he was snowed in for a week after that, and that was in the middle of summer.

    Silent sat down at one of the few remaining tables, laid out the map and starting thinking of a plan.

    30 minutes later he had several ideas for where he could try his luck next, he could try heading east to either Filly Delphia or Baltimare, getting to either of them was easy, he'd just have to follow the train tracks east, but he'd never been to either of them and they were both bigger than Trottingham which meant more zonies to deal with.
    He scraped that idea and moved on to the next, he could follow the river south to Dodge City, but the route there would take him through the forest north of the Haysead Swamps, and whilst not as dangerous as the Everfree Forest, he'd still rather not test his luck through there. North was out of the question, the Foal Mountain range stopped any thought of travel that way.
    To the east was Canterlot, that was an instant no go, Canterlot was the capitol, and that would mean way more zonies than he could deal with. His last option was a small town just south of Canterlot, Ponyville.

    "... Ponyville" Silent muttered sadly, it wasn't ideal due to personal reasons that even after all this time he still couldn't face, despite this it was his best option for the most important thing in this world, survival.
    He stowed the map in his saddlebags and put them on, he had a plan, he'd follow the train tracks to the base of Canterlot mountain, then skirt around the base until he found the tracks to Ponyville, then it was just the simple matter of following them.
    Silent made his way outside, the rain had slowed to a light shower, he could deal with that.
    He made his way back onto the platform, his leg still hurt and forced him to walk slower than he'd like, but he could manage that. Taking a quick glance around for any zonies he dropped down onto the tracks and set off east.
     
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    When Tango approached Ponyville, it was till dark. He probably lost track of time, or perhaps we walked a little quicker than usual. Either way, didn't dare go out until sunrise. Tango found some mud, he stuck a stick in it upright and drew lines in the dirt around it creating a make-shift moondial. 15, maybe 20 minutes left. he thought. He tied a cloth around his hindlegs and scurried up a tree. By chance it was a wild cherry tree. He sat there munching on cherries as he waited.

    The sun slowly crept up over threes, Tango finished his last batch of cherries and disended. When his hooves met the ground he let out a loud yawn. It occucured to him that he was usually in bed by now, and was probably putting himself in danger by entering town in his condition. However, he didn't have a choice. He figured that he best keep plugging along, and he wasn't going to get anywhere by doing nothing.

    He emerged from the darkness of the forest. Taking a quick look around. It had the beginning of what looked like a beautiful day. Butterflies flew about noncholantly. The river flowed in a claming manner, the way it lapped along the rockside sounded almost like music. Eerie that behind this pleasant scenery was a vision of hades itself. Tango got a sick feeling in his gut. A feeling that something horrible was near. Tango always went with his gut... ALWAYS. He proceded into Ponyville with extreme caution.

    He was now over the bridge now and into the thick of Ponyville. The sun was now fully above the horizon, but just barely. Tango moves were slow and mythotical. Keeping a watchful eye on surroundings, and charting the area in his mind so he didn't lose his way. He was beside a large building in the center on town that looked like a theatre of some sort. (OOC = Ponyville Town Hall) Out of his peripherals, he saw something move. To his left, there was Zeta. Only one of them, a female, earth pony, pink mane, yellow coat, she didn't even look old enough to drink cider yet. She was, maybe, only about twenty feet away. He noticed her, but she didn't notice him. She was pre-occupied with something that was in a wooden barrell. This was the closest he's gotten to Zeta without fending for his life.

    Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. With the wind, came a large, thin, coagulated, metal sheet; bouncing down the street. It looked like the remnants of what was somepony's roof. It was making a lot of noice as it came by. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! It was more than enough to get Zeta's attention. When the metal sheet bounced by Tango, she locked eyes with him for a few seconds. They just stared at each-other. She let out a loud crowl and ran towards him. It was "fight or flight" time, and Tango always chose 'fight'.

    She ran towards the metal sheet, catching it in her mouth. Then, she quicky rammed Tango with it from the front, pinning him to a wooden house.. He was able to kick her hooves out from under her. She fell face first into the dirt. Tango used his magic to throw the metal sheet down the road, and away from her. Zeta got back up ramming him again, his time with her forehead. Tango delivered a right hoof right on her muzzle. Then, a left hoof uppercut at the jaw. She was a little dazed, but she continued to say upright. Tango spotted a rotten apple laying on the ground, he used his magic to pick it up.

    "You hungry? Chew on this!", Tango yelled. He abruptly shoved the apple down her throat locking her jaw open so she could no longer bite him. He then tackled her, pinning her to the ground. He used his hooves to hold her forelegs to the side. Both ponies were on thier backs. His used his magic to search through his pockets. After frantically searching, he found his dagger and quickly slit her throat. She kept twitching and contracting for a few minutes and Tango held her in place. When she finnaly went limp, he flipped her over and stabbed her again in the back of the head, near the base of the skull. Cutting her brain off from her nervous system so she doesn't come back.

    Zeta always looked more pony-like after being 'dealt with'. This was a fact that's as hard to accept the first time as it is was the seventyth time. As Tango looked back the the limp, lifeless, corpse; he couldn't help but feel a little compassionate. Tango noticed he was bleeding, from his collar bone area. It must've been from the medal sheet the Zeta rammed him with. Soon the smell of his blood would quickly undo any affects from the pond earlier, and will be attracting every Zeta within a 5 mile radius. Tango, still gasping for air, stated the blatantly obvious. "I need to find a shelter."
     
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    Fridge Live, Learn, Laugh, Love.

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    His hooves clattered on cobblestones as he slowed his gallop to a slow trot, he was nearing the top of the market street and continuing that pace would be ringing a dinner bell for any nearby Zony.

    Dusk looked at the buildings around him, compared to the ones on the outskirts of town these were closely packed together. He approached the nearest carefully flattening himself to the wall as he edged slowly to the street. He stopped and listened, hearing nothing but the wind rustling the leaves in nearby trees and his own breathing. Satisfied that he was alone, he exhaled heavily and moved away from the wall. Across the street he saw a shop that looked worse for wear. Like the one near the silo, it's windows had been smashed and it's produce had been taken, though it seemed the door upstairs had been left closed and untouched. On the outside wall of the store a pipe zigzagged down from the roof to two rain barrels, beyond those was an alleyway leading down the back of the stores.
    'The alleyway would probably be relatively clear of Zonies. Although if there are any down there it won't end well for me. The buildings here look close enough to provide access.' He thought, his eyes following the roofline.
    He backed up a few paces, and mentally planned his route.
    'On to the barrels, the hook comes out, catch the first kink in the pipe, use momentum to go higher, hook into the roof and swing to safety.'
    Happy with this plan he began to gallop. He jumped onto the barrels and twisted his hoof right to extend the hook, it caught the bracket of the first kink and allowed him to use the momentum to swing himself higher. His hook still extended he brought it down with a solid thunk, and swung himself up. But the hook didn't disengage from the roof as he expected. Dusk to slammed noisily into the roof blacking out as a cascade of tiles clattered on the cobblestones below.

    The screeching lilac filly chased after him, her mouth open wide ready to devour. His eyes stung as tears streamed from them, his sight impaired he turned a corner into a dead end. He glanced around, desperately searching for a way to escape. The lilac filly rounded the corner, closing off the only exit, her blood red eyes focusing on him. Without warning she charged at him, her weight hitting him in the chest sending him sprawling. She recovered up quickly and launched herself at him again.
    In desperation Dusk struck out with his rear hooves, hitting the filly in the neck and propelling her head first into the wall with a crack.
    He stood up and slowly walked over to the prone corpse of the filly.
    "I'm sorry Lilac." He said, sobbing as he closed her eyes with his hoof.

    The sound of groans filled the air as he awoke, his head pounding. Unsteadily he rose to his hooves and looked down to the street. Below him half a dozen Zonies ambled searching for the origin of the noise. Amongst them he could see two unicorns, 'That could be problematic.' He thought, rubbing at his head.
    He looked around the roof, there was no access to it other than the way he came, and if a Zony could do that, he might as well give up.
    Seeing that he was safe, at least for the moment, Dusk pulled out and ate a candy bar from his saddlebag. As he chewed he looked along the roofs, there were wooden planks bridging some of the buildings.
    "It seems somepony has trying to create a safe route." Said Dusk to himself as he stood up and trotted toward them.
     

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