As the trio approached the wall, a voice called out from the fortifications above.

“HALT! WHO GOES THERE?!” A whiney, nasally voice called out.

“Relax xxx1337haxor69xxx, it’s just me. Got some visitors who are going to check out the facilities.” Keanu responded.

“OH YEAH?! WHY DIDN’T WE HEAR ABOUT TI?!” xxx1337haxor69xxx shouted back.

“Must have been some failure in communication. I’ll let the boss know that he should double check next time. But if you don’t let me and my guests in, it will be your ass.”

After a moment’s pause, the gateway to the canyons slowly opened up for the trio. “ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! DON’T MAKE ME REGRET THIS!”

“No problem. Have a good day.”

“IT’S ALWAYS FUCKING DAY HERE!”

“Don’t worry! The techs are working on that.” Keanu said as the trio walked through the gateway. They came across two paths. One had a sign that said Battle Canyon outpost. The other path’s sign was partially destroyed and was vandalized, but upon examination, part of Blood Gulch can be made out. It also appears someone scribbled down ‘purple sux’ in crayon on the sign.

After Spiderman pushed over the partially destroyed lunch and disposed of his lunch on it for great justice, the trio made their way into the canyon known as Blood Gulch.

One by one, Marine after Marine fell in a swarm of bodies, their flesh being ripped away from their bones as the Marine screamed for mercy. Now, only two were left. Twilight Sparkle and Corporal Red Shirt.

Twilight held a cool face, despite the situation at hand. Completely surrounded, constantly under attack, and completely outnumbered with no reinforcements.

Firing off the last of her magazine into the face of a walker who was getting too close for comfort, the Lieutenant slung her rifle and pulled out her ka-bar and her sidearm. She quickly put two rounds in a zombies head, then stabbed another in the temple. After bucking another zombie in the chest, she quickly let the empty magazine fall out of her M16 and replaced it with a fresh one.

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, silencing all the moans and cries of the undead of a couple seconds. Twilight looked over her shoulder to see Red Shirt fall to the ground with a walker biting into his neck. She switched to semi and put a round in Red Shirt’s head before turning her rifle back on the zombies and getting back to work.

It seemed like for every walker that fell, ten would take it’s place. With no Marines left to back her up, and the fact that she was hopelessly outmanned and surrounded, her situation looked bleak.

She wasn’t letting those beasts get her. If she was going out, she was going out on her own terms.

Twilight backed up against a wall and went to work, putting down as many zombies as she could.

*click*

She was out of ammo.

Dropping her M16 and sliding to the ground, she pulled out her sidearm and put it to her head.

Her imminent self-termination was interrupted by the sound of rolling thunder. Twilight looked up to see Bruce Campbell emerging from the miles of tombstones surrounding her, his AA-12 blasting away, cutting down the zombie hoard with a storm of explosive rounds.

Twilight rose off the ground and brought up her sidearm, emptying the rest of her clip into the herd of walkers making their way towards their new prey. When it clicked empty, she let the empty clip fall to the ground before she slammed a fresh clip inside of it, sliding it into her holster, and picking up a fallen Marine’s M4.

Firing in quick, controlled bursts, Twilight slowly advanced towards the dwindling hoard. Her fire combined with the overwhelming firepower of Bruce’s AA-12 made quick work of the walkers, decimating their numbers and finally finishing them off.

After the last zombie fell, half of it’s head blown off, the Lieutenant made her way over to Bruce Campbell, swapping her nearly spent magazine with a fresh one.

“Thanks for the back-up. Wasn’t looking forward to becoming a member of the hoard,” Twilight said.

“Don’t mention it.”

“I just did.”

“Whatever. I saw a structure due north of here we could hole up in. We probably have enough time to gather weapons and ammo and get over there before the next wave of walkers show up,” said Twilight.

“Good. Let’s get to work.”

The path that the trio walked down opened up, revealing a large gulch to them. A few meters away, our hero spotted the former red base and the Zealot fire line. In the distance, he could see the current Purple base, with what looked like a giant scorpion rolling around the base.

‘Kickass,’ our hero thought to himself.

The trio made their way past the Zealot fire line, their movements being tracked by a nearby tank. Someone with a really squeaky voice called out “DEAD MAN WALKING” as they entered no man’s land.

As they approached the Purple base, the giant scorpion, which ended up behind another tank, made it’s way over to them, it’s giant cannon aimed directly at them.

“Hello. You have five seconds to state your business or you will be destroyed,” a female voice from the tank said.

“Stand down Sheila, it’s just me,” Keanu Reeves said, “Just showing some new people the facility.”

“Oh! Hello Neo. I wasn’t expecting you to be visiting. The director didn’t say anything about any tours.”

“There was a glitch in the system,” he explained.

“Oh. Alright. Then go on right ahead. Just don’t touch anything.” Sheila said as she rolled on, continuing her patrol.

The trio continued towards the base. As they entered, they found themselves looking down the barrel of a battle rifle, held by a soldier clad in black armor.

“What’s the password?” she asked.

“Password lawl.” Spiderman said.

The black soldier glanced over the mismatching trio. “Either you’re really stupid, or you are our reinforcements.”

“It’s a mixture of both.” Fluttershy said with a shrug.

“Lawl yeah.”

“Talking ponies, huh? Now I really have seen everything. I thought you were just the idiot’s pet or something.”

Fluttershy glared at armor clad soldier, but held her tongue.

“Anyways, go on ahead. Talk to the red guy named Sarge. He’s the one with the shotgun,” she said, waving on the trio as she slung her rifle and leaned up against a nearby wall.

Keanu Reeves shrugged and continued into the base’s main room, Fluttershy and our hero in tow. There, standing over detailed maps of both Blood Gulch and Battle Canyon, was a red guy with a shotgun slung over his shoulder. A soldier in brown armor stood in the corner, his finger hovering over his assault rifle’s trigger. Another soldier in maroon armor stood over the red soldier, watching him intently.

“You Sarge?” Keanu Reeves asked.

“Who wants to know?” he asked with a Southern accent as he faced them.

“Your reinforcements,” the One responded.

“I ask for reinforcements two weeks ago, and Command sends me a guy in a red and blue spandex suit, a guy straight out of the Matrix, and a fucking pony? Is this some kind of fucking joke?”

“Lawl nope,” our hero said.

Sarge’s shoulders slumped as he let out a frustrated groan. “I hope you’re better than nothing, though you certainly don’t look it. The crew quarters are downstairs. It’s a bit cramped, but I don’t want to hear any bitching. Get some armor and some better weapons. We attack in two hours. Simmons, show the newbies to their quarters and set them up.”

“Yes sir!” Simmons responded before waving to the trio to follow him, “Come on, let’s go get you suited up.”