Sun Strike slammed a zombie into the floor of Twilight's Library. She was a pale undead. Her body didn't react at all, the pale pony had blue and pink in her mane. The girls identified her as Bon Bon, a local. He inspected the zombie, her eyes were rolled over white. He took his blade and gave a slight cut on her cheeks, a slight drip of red fell from the wound. He picked her up and tossed her into a bookshelf. He galloped to her, taking out a rope, he bound her mouth.

“This is necromancy.” Sun spoke in a worried tone. “They have been cursed, we have to find the Necromancer, we can gank him ourselves, or get him to revert this curse. Either way this can all be reverted.”

“What do you mean curse?” Fluttershy asked

“Lots of different types of zombies.” He replied “Curses, infections, spore based, straight up undead pulled from the graves.”

“That's.... dark...” Rainbow commented.

“Very, now then this started with pulled from the grave, and their curse is spread through biting. All of you need to stay here.”

The collective group of his friends all gave him a look that told him that was not the most popular plan for them.

“Big Mac and Granny Smith are still at the farm!” Applejack and Applebloom spouted.

“The Cakes! AHH the Baby Cakes!” Pinkie burst nearly yelling.

“Fine, Zecora you can come with me, but thats it, everypony else is staying in here, barricade the doors and windows, keep low, turn out the lights and stay quiet. Also don't let anypony in, no matter what happens, nopony gets in until this is done. We'll go check on your families, then we will stop the whole zombie problem.” Sun Strike replied before anypony else could voice their concern. Zecora simply nodded, she wanted a chance to talk to him in private anyway. With a lot of reluctance and a bit of persistence, he convinced them of his plan, mostly due to some false confidence.

Once outside, Sun quickly took in his surrounding, the town went to hell real fast. The street was filled with the undead, most of the town must have fallen while he was telling his story. He was glad that his friends were safe. Zecora gave him a silent tap, he gazed at her, only to see she was informing him that they had been spotted. Four zombies, all town locals, were shambling in their direction. She gave him another tap, and the he followed her lead. Their hoofsteps grasping too much attention, they moved as swiftly and silently as they could. They traveled quickly into a building. Sugar Cube Corner.

The building was just as it had been. Sun closed the door behind him as quietly as he could. He placed a nearby broom in the door to keep the zombies that had noticed them at bay.

“We need a plan.” Sun whispered.

“We need to find the place where a necromancer would dwell. The family of our friends will be secured after the necromancer is dealt with.” Zecora whispered back.

“That's easy! The cemetery, we'll cut through the merchant district, get their as soo-” Sun was interrupted, when a zombie Mrs. Cake grabbed him from his side, yanking him to the ground. She had a bite on her neck. Her body was pale, and her eyes white. She was just like all the other zombies. Yet seeing Mrs. Cake, Pinkie's family, Sun felt as if he had to fix this. It gave him more determination, he was fighting for more ever had. Not just because the town would be dead if he failed, but because he would be failing the closest thing he had ever had to a family... or is that all a lie.

The undead Mrs. Cake moved down at him. Sun acted fast. Giving her a solid jab to the jaw her mouth shot up. When it did Sun rolled into her legs, causing her to tumble,as he stood he gave a kick, lining up perfectly to push the zombie a safer distance away.

“Catch!”

Sun turned, catching a empty burlap flour sack in his mouth. Swiftly he took the sack and placed over the slowly rising zombie's head. Tightening the bag, he gave her another kick, knocking her down. She would be a bit sore and confused when she would woke up, free from the curse, but better off then other ponies out there. Returning his attention to Zecora, he noticed that she had already had done the same thing to Mr. Cake.

“Hey, more like Sugar Cube Coroner.” Sun joked.

“I appreciate your attempt to lighten the mood but.... that was awful.” Zecora replied.

They both had the same thought at the same time.

The two Baby Cakes slept in peace in their crib, as the door to their bed room was silently opened by the two Seekers. The Seekers looked to the infants and were relived to see them safe. Sun looked at the Baby Cakes, then to Zecora.

“Zecora take them to the girls, then meet me at the cemetery. We can't leave them here.” he ordered

“Why not you? Or both of us”

“Because the longer the Necromancer's curse is out, the worse the situation gets if we fail. You go, and I can tread on alone. I.... I'm really good at dealing with zombies... just go.” His words wee followed by the sound of hooves bashing against a door. From the sound of it that door wouldn't last very long.

“There is no time to argue. We need to talk, there is much we need to discuss. Don't think that I shall forget that.” with that she gathered a few of the baby's toys, and their bassinet. Then made her way to the back door. Sun looked at the door that was being forced open by the undead. It would be his exit so that less attention would be placed on the babies and Zecora.

He felt another tap on his shoulder, he was inches from Zecora. For a long second, they both just stood their. Then to both of their surprise. Zecora gave Sun Strike a light kiss on the check. “Don't die.” was all she whispered as she made her way out the back. Sun Strike gave a slight laugh before removing the broom. Group of about fifteen zombies all pour at him.

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The girls had just finished barricading the doors and windows. The lights were off, and they all sat close together. Outside the building looked like just another empty building. Just like all the other.

“So umm, Zombies. Witches, all this scary crazyness. Who knew?” Rainbow spoke, attempting to lighten up the mood.

“Seekers apparently.” Twilight replied.

“Speakin' of Seekers, poor Striker. Sayin' that buck's been through a lot is one hey of an understatement.” Applejack voiced.

“He had no family, he's all alone, and he fighting those.... things out there. He acts like they are nothing... “ Fluttershy whimpered.

“This kind of stuff, I can't believe it's “Normal” for him. What kind of life is that.” Rarity joined in.

“I wonder how long he has been alone. I wonder if its hard on him.” Scootaloo pondered.

“Being alone as long as he seem to have would be hard on anypony. Jeez, just not seeing you girls on a daily basis makes me feel bad, poor Striker, or umm Sun Strike.” Pinkie stated, her heart aching just a bit.

“Being alone would be hard for anypony, but Sun Strike is the toughest sumbitch I know. Takes a brave stallion to fight a giant wolf dog thing.” Applejack commented

“Or a pack of giant werewolves!” Rarity exclaimed.

“He saved me... all us Crusaders. He's such a good pony and he asks for so little in return...” Applebloom added on.

“We should do something special for him when this is all over.” Sweetie Belle sprang up as the idea came into her head. But before they could talk more a knock came at the door.

“Its me! Zecora! I have the young baby cakes!”

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Sun Strike was galloping at full speed. He was rushing to the graveyard. If he could get there, he could end this. The shambling horde of undead dredged toward him. What started as a single zompony on his tail was now more like twenty or twenty-five. Significantly more then he could handle by himself. He had to keep moving. He had to keep running. No matter what. Trip and he's dead. Everypony he knows is dead, everypony he cares about is dead. He had to keep going. He wish he could fight the undead. He would be better off if he could kill the undead. But killing them now was no different then killing them when they were alive.

Sun Strike gazed at the cemetery gates a good distance away. He was in good shape, but his body was beginning to slow. His lungs were burning. And the mad galloping was beginning to get to his legs. He took a step and he felt his leg slide from underneath him. Acting fast, he threw forward his other leg, catching himself. He did not fall, but he had to stop. This brief pause gave the zombie a chance to catch up. The undead were beginning to swarm him. He dashed on, slipping past the undead in his path. He saw the fence and did not even think to go for the door, he just started to climb over it. He tripped on his landing. Hitting the hard ground even harder. The zombies thrashed at the gate. He looked up at saw much more “dead” zombies, who were rotting and falling apart, a few were even mostly bones held together by dark magic. A robbed figure turned toward him.

“Sunfall. We meet, welcome.”

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Zecora and the mares were all hiding in basement turned laboratory of Twilight's home. The two baby cakes slept. The pounding on the outside barricade was only growing worse and worse. The hungry moan of the undead called out loudly. Filling the air with a horrible constant droning. Zecora gave a single nod and made her way up stairs. She need to reach Sun Strike.

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The ravenous undead pony attempted to pin Sun Strike, only to get a sawed-off shoved in it's face. KABOOM. The gun went off like thunder, rendering the the zombie's entire head into dark red mush. It's body went on for a second or two while headless before slumping to the ground. The horrible rotting corpse hit the dirt once again lifeless.

Sun Strike took a step back. The rotting corpses of the graveyard were swarming him. The Necromancer was laughing. He couldn't wait to get his hooves on Sun Strikes body, as it would become his prize possession in his collection of undead servants. Sun Strike gave a grimace. Then a grin.

“How about you call off the swarm!” he called as he slammed the stock of the gun into a zombies jaw so hard that the jaw came unhinged, dangling on a bit of flesh.

“Why so you can die willingly? Or so you can just come kill me?” The Necromancer replied. His dark robes hiding his body and figure well.

“So you can undo your curse and not end up dead, this is my final offer!” Sun replied, swiping the rifle into the same zombie's head so hard it's white glazed over eyes flew out. Then he turned, aiming at an encroaching undead's head. KABOOM. The targeted zombie's entire head and most of it's neck was turned into chunks.

“You can not defeat me, he shall rise!” The Necromancer shouted back. His undead still crawling out of their graves.

“I'm gunna kill all this folks again! Then I am going to kill you!” Sun Strike roared. His machete sliding out and spitting a zombie's head in two.

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Zecora was galloping past mostly empty streets. She had been in such a rush she didn't realize it. All the zombies were moving in the same direction. But not at her, but past her. They were moving to where she had been. She didn't notice. She needed to make sure the Necromancer was dead.

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The mares all stayed in the basement. It was a pointless effort. The horde outside wanted them. They bashed at the barricade. Most of the undead were only there because so many others were pounding at the doors that they just went along with them. Some came following others. The herd of undead craving the flesh of the living. Their neighbors, friends. Ponies they saw each and everyday. Those ponies moaned. Pounding and pounding on the doors and windows relentlessly. Those friends, neighbors, they all wanted the mares to join them.

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Sun Strike butchered another undead. He was coated in the near black blood. The stench of the dead filled the air. So repugnant that the air seemed to curl. That unmistakable reek of rotting dead flesh. At least twenty zombies were re-killed. Their bashed in skulls, messy gore chunks, and sliced heads matching the number of once again lifeless corpses on the dirt.

He found it hard to catch his breath. His blade swinging leg was tired, a deep burning in his thigh and calve. He switched it up. Biting down on the grip with his teeth. He ignored the rancid taste. He ignored the smell. He refused to die here. He had a lot more zombies to kill. They seemed to keep pulling themselves from their graves. He did his best to bring them down, but they just kept coming. He had to keep moving. Swing, run, swing, run,swing, run. His lungs burned, but he kept fighting. He refused to slow even for a second.

The giant rotting body of a large shaggy minotaur pushed it's at him. Holding a sledgehammer, it moaned much deeper then the ponies. The tool dragged a line I the dirt as it approached. The creature stood three ponies tall. It's stomach was open, crudely stitched together. It had several random minotaur limbs. Both of it's arms were separate colors, as well as several bits of it's chest, which did not seem to fit with the large body. The creature was also grotesquely bloated. It oozed an horrid black goo from all it's openings.

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The mares were all terrified. The pounding just kept getting louder and louder. The bashing getting more and more constant. The horrid moan of the undead collecting into a terrible constant bellow. The wooden boards on one of the window was hit hard. So hard that it cracked. The barricade would not last much longer.

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Zecora could smell it before she saw them. That horrible smell wafted in the air. She could see the bars of the graveyard's gate now. She was almost their.

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Sun Strike hit the dirt hard, he saw it but wasn't fast enough to move out the way. The sledgehammer came down on him, hitting him hard on his back, a inch to left and it would have shattered his spine. His vision blurred. He was on the dirt floor. The undead surrounded him on all sides. He could barely make out the minotaur lifting the hammer again.

Then everything went black. He saw the face of the chained stallion. He was in that place again. His wounds and injuries seemed to vanish. He no longer had to fight to catch his breath.

“Looks like you need a bit of help?”

“I don't need you.”

“Looks like those mares sent you to your death.”

“I sent myself into this.”

“And you went in unprepared. You went in half-cocked, blood boiling with passion. You know better, those mares are making you rash. Making you Stupid. They are going to get you killed.”

“Shut up.”

“Let me help you.”

“Shut up!”

“I can help you save them.”

“Shut! Up!”

“Don't worry, this first time is free, let me help you, listen to my words.”

“SHUT UP!”

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Zecora lept finished climbing the gate, she saw the bodies of dozens of the undead. She followed the trail then her eye's widened.

Sun Strike was drenched in ooze. The body of the minotaur laid in the dirt, it's body exploded out where it once looked bloated. It's head turned into mashed potatoes. The heads of many, many more zombies were so bashed in around him that it was hard to tell where one head began and another ended. He had his head slightly tilted. The hammer just as ooze coated as he was. He held it with his mouth and a leg.

“I don't need.... anypony..... WHO'S NEXT” He boomed between breaths.

Zecora ran to his side, then stopped as she noticed that the rotting meat chunks seemed to be moving. They all pushed themselves toward the Necromancer. The meat seemed to start piling up. The large pieces of minotaur sliding up two growing pillars of meat. Intestine and viscera stuffing itself into a gut. The hideous abomination, was forming into a giant meat minotaur. It's body was literally falling apart. There were no good heads, so the Necromancer's dark magic made one out of the pieces of others. Then the several bones began to connect on top of the meat. They began to form a type of frame. Several shattered pieces of bone moves into the creatures “head” becoming “teeth”.

“It's my master piece. The most beautiful creation I have ever given life. He want's you Sunfall.” The Necromancer grinned a grin full of hate and malice.

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The doors and windows of Twilight's library were destroyed. The undead had forced their way inside. The mares and the babies all sat in silence. Each breath went as slowly as they possibly could. They wanted to live, and they sat there. In utter silence. Any noise meant death.

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Sun Strike ran as fast as he could. He kept himself alive by circle strafing around the abomination. It's massive size and rotten flesh didn't help it turn very fast. The abomination completely ignored Zecora. Sun was keeping the monsters attention. Zecora went for the Necromancer. The master of the undead's dark magic was very powerful. She wasn't scared. She wanted him dead.

Zecora held a dagger in her teeth. She raced at the Necromancer. He laughed, thrusting a hoof at her. The bones of long dead pones irrupted at her from beneath the soil. The bones seemed to fling themselves at her even after their first attempt failed. She dodged elegantly. She flowed like wind, sliding between the bones. Her hooves danced about, she twisted and turned, slowly but surely getting closer.

Sun gained an idea. The twisted abomination urged toward him. He slid out his flask. Throwing out it's contents on the creature. Then he ran straight, the the rest of the bottle empty itself in a line as he galloped. The abomination let out a horrid gurgle that he assumed was it's attempt at a laugh. Sun stood his ground just under a tree. The abomination plunged it's own hand into it's gut. The ripped out a handful of intestine. The bowels of the monster snaked toward Sun Strike. Sliding and tainting the soil as the moved toward him. He struggled to lite his lighter.

Zecora got close enough to strike, she thrust her whole body at the Necromancer. He laughed more and more. He backed up then side stepped the blade. Then he utter a single dark word. Then a wall of impossibly dark light exploded around him. Sending the Zebra flying back. The swarm of bones began to hit her. The sharper bits not only clubbing her but gashing and jabbing her. She could taste copper.

Sun Strike was being coiled by the bowels of the abomination. Struggling as hard as he could he tried to pull himself free. He was being dragged through the dirt toward the monster now, it's intestines a crude rope. Every second he grew closer and closer to being pulled directly into the monster's own body. He didn't know what would happen, but it probably wouldn't be good.

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The mares sat in silence. There was a banging on the basement door. Do they know were in here? What do we do? Should we try to get the babies out of here? I don't want to die. Alright girl, worse come to worse, you jump them zombie, let yer sister and yer friends get away.

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Zecora lay under a bile of bones. He body gone limp she lay covered in several bruises and cuts. Sun Strike was nowhere to be seen. The Necromancer gave an honorable look at his abomination. The hideous creature let out its arms.

“MAAAAASSSTAAAARRR” it moaned clutching it's belly.

“What is it? Need more flesh?”

“MAH.... MAH.... MAAAHHHSSSTAAAAARRR” The miserable pile of flesh, fell to “it's knees”. Prompting the Necromancer to get closer to it, he placed a hoof on its belly in order to work his dark magic.

KABOOM.

The blast tore a giant hole in the abomination. It also blew the Necromancer's whole hoof not so cleanly off. The monster and his master both let out cries of misery. KABOOM. The second blast kneecapped the Necromancer and made the hole larger for the abomination. Sun Strike pulled himself out of the the monster's gut. Covered in meat chunks and gore.

“EAT ME AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER I FUCKING DARE YOU.”he roared. Sawed off in his hooves. Machete in his teeth. He cracked open the sawed-off. Fill two new shells. He fired both into the abomination's face. He loaded in two more, before taking out his lighter, igniting it and dropping it on the monster. Turning it into a moaning inferno.

“MAAAASSSSTTTAAARRRR”

Sun Strike grinned as the Necromancer pulled himself onto his haunches. He looked down at his mangled legs. His right forehoof was splintered like a piece of tree bark. His left foreleg had a hole where his kneecap should have been. He looked up at the barrel of Sun Strike's sawed-off.

“You know what this is?”

“My death.”

“Undo the curse, and I'll let you live.”

“Necromancers don't fear death. We just try to court her.”

“Well then you know what has to happen.”

“You were a worthy foe Sunfall, I respect you in my death.”

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Sun Strike was helping Zecora move, he kept her weight on him. The ponies who ere once zombies were now simply unconscious on the floor, or road. He was returning to his friends. He couldn't help but notice how Zecora seemed to be nuzzling him. He trotted onward. They weren't horribly far away, but it was a much longer trip when they weren't galloping at full speed.

The mares all greeted them both with hugs. Then several comments about Sun's odor were passed around. The group was all happy that the death of the entire town was avoided. None more then Sun Strike. The group made their way out the basement, and out the fallen doors and around the unconscious ponies. They were going to tell the town that the water supply had been tainted.

Then a batpony in a black trenchcoat and desperado hat touched down in front of them. A jet black bat pony with a even blacker mane. His cutie mark was a burning candle. He turned and looked at Sun Strike. His eyes cold and hard.

“Hey there.” His voice sounded like he had been eating gravel.

Sun Strike's body was still. Eye's wide he bite down on nothing. ”Why and how are you here?” He barely edged out without screaming.

“You know this pony?” The mares questioned.

“He damn well should.” The stallion bat pony voiced

“....He's my Father.”

Author's Notes:

Midnight sounds like Old Snake from MGS in my head for some reason.

Also yeah he's Alive.

This was shorter in my head.