Twilight wasn't sure what to make of the application when she reviewed it, and honestly regretted giving Negan an application altogether, mostly due to the things he wrote down on it. The Alicorn went into the main room to find him missing from his chair...along with Spike, mysteriously. Curious after hearing some voices coming from the kitchen, she trotted into it to see what was going on: Spike was standing on a chair that was in front of the dining table and Negan was in the other chair, scrutinizing a hayburger suspiciously.  "This don't taste so good. Where's the actual meat?"

"We don't cook meat in ponyville, or Equestria for that matter!" Spike rolled his eyes. "Are you going to eat it or what?"

"Spike, please be a little nicer towards our guest." Twilight reprimanded and placed the application papers on the table before Negan, who glanced down at them halfheartedly. She cleared her throat before finding the words to speak to the man. "Well, your application is mostly fine...though your hobbies are a bit concerning..."

"Concerning?" Negan asked.

"Yes. I'm not sure if most library workers like to...'bash in skulls' or 'collect food/gun rations from people at gunpoint'.  Not to mention your references all seem to live in the same area as you and work as your subordinates." Twilight looked up from the paper and raised an eyebrow at him. "If there was anything critical they would want to say about you, I fear they would be fired for it since you're their leader."

"Fired isn't the best term I'd use, but yeah. Pretty much."

Twilight stared at him blankly for a moment before sighing and feigning a grin. "Well, I guess you can start working. I don't have any library uniforms for you yet, but I can get Rarity to design something for you. She's a specialist in clothing design. In any case, Just alphabetically stack up up the books the way a library usually would! If anypony comes in to look for something, just help them out as best you can. I'll be here if you need me." Before Negan could offer her a patented grin and nod, Twilight remembered something. "Um, one more thing: What's a walker?"

"Well, to put things simple like one a those books I just skimmed through...they're 'Zombies'. " Negan stated the word as if it were an inside joke. "Just a few human carcasses that roam aroun', eating pretty much anything they want. Think it's some kind of virus, but I'm not sure."

Twilight rolled her eyes and sighed. "Greeeat. You just introduced a pathogen to all of Equestria. I'm gonna have to get Discord to solve this...again." Another thought occured to her, and she worriedly looked at Negan. "Is there a Canterlot high school where you come from? Or a Sunset Shimmer?"

"...nope!"

"Phew. Okay, you can go now." Twilight offered him a good natured smile. "Thank you again for applying here!"

"DON'T BE RIDICULOUS!" Negan barked on his way out of the kitchen, chewing his hayburger with a sauce attitude. He winked at her before disappearing. "....Thank YOU!

Moving one leg in front of the other was a challenge for the walker.

It's decaying mind could only consider the insatiable need to feast on blood and flesh till the end of its days, swallowing the lives of all it could. Walking was just something it had to do to get to its next source of food...it was on a matter of time before it found something. It had to find something.

A crackling noise nearby made the walker snarl, gnashing it's lipless teeth at the sound and starting to turn it's direction towards it. The Virus eating away at its stomach chewed furiously now, making it's walking a bit faster. But when the walker reached the location from which the noise came from, it was greeted by the sight of a spiralling column of bright white light. It shuffled closer, unknowingly disintegrating it's body into the light source only to rearrange itself in a different area.

It was weird, it had the sensation of being propelled through the air and finally rolling to a halt on a dirt road. Its once perfectly intact arms were now broken at the elbow beyond repair. The walker sill managed to get to it's feet after a few minutes of moving and twitching...hmm, the sun was brighter here for some reason and the colors of the world were extremely cheerful looking. While not able to think considerably well, walkers were a bit more perceptive than most zombies and could definitely tell when there was a change in the enviroment.

A hum garnered it's attention, and the walker began to slowly turn it's body with a feverish snarl. The delightful tune churned it's stomach, but revealed that the food source was much different from what it usually ate. It was some kind of white furred horse with a purple mane. It tugged on a cart full of clothing supplies with a series of grunts laced into the humming. The walker walked towards it.

"...oh! Hello there...good sir?" The horned pony offered a bright smile as opposed to it's permanent, rotting  frown. Hands reaching out, the walker prepared to grasp her body full of blood and perfect meat, when a Hoff stopped them. "My goodness! Your clothes are filthy--just FILTHY!"

Clothes?

Clothes.

Clothes.

Clothes.

The walker, against the eternal command of the virus in its bloodstream, looked down at the wooly jacket and pants that were infested with bugs of all kinds.  It's brain pulsate painfully as it considered the damaged state of the clothing against the will to eat her." GgGgraaah..."

"No no no! This simply will not do! You must come with me, so that I can get you all cleaned up! Just carry this cart and follow me!" The pony plopped the straps to the cart in his outstretched hands and began to trot ahead of him, making the undead gentleman to make a confused snarl and stare after her. The pony rolled her eyes when she looked back at him and gestured for him to follow with her head. "Well? Come along!"

The Walker, completely puzzled, clacked his teeth together as its brain pumped to process the words she spoke. He exhaled raspy breaths at first, and then put one foot in front of the other...eventually walking. The unicorn looked pleased, and turned her head back around to begin leading him away.