I closed my journal and walked into The Carousel Boutique. I suddenly felt like going into depression when I saw three ripped up filly's, obliviously the Cutie Mark Crusaders. I shed a tear when I saw, on a paper, their list of cutie mark ideas. The last one was wrote in in bright pink, the only color I saw in days, it read "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS ZOMBIE LARPERS!!!. They thought it was pretend... I shook the thought out of my head and grabbed what I was looking for.

I led a path of fire gems from Rairty's boutique from Ponyville. Once I got a safe distance I smashed a few, making them burst into flames, quenching the town. I chuckled to myself at the sight of it. I then saw a very unzombified pony, run into the flames, committing suicide. I thought nothing of it until I noticed the propane tank he had with him.

OH SHI-! I thought. Without thinking, I leaped down and set a shield. Too late. A large metal pole lodged itself in my back left leg.

"Haaaa... Haaaghhhhh... Oh... My... Gosh." I stared in disbelief at the metal in my arm. I grabbed it with my teeth and braced myself. I ripped it out, bit into the metal, and screamed to myself, as not to attract the zombies that hadn't already smelt my blood. I got out my bag, shuffled through my rations, and found some painkillers and medical tape. I downed the pills and fixed my wound and looked at the metal. It seemed to be a strap-on ballistic knife. I put it on my arm, it was sharp, strong, and light, a perfect weapon. I picked up my satchel, put it over my shoulder, and flew off.

"Urghhh..." said a zombie, wandering through the Everfree.

Idiots... I thought. I was one of the zombies that still had it's brain. I was able to communicate with humans, due to the fact I was infected through the water supply and not a bite. I lost a lot of my memory, my brain had started to decay, but stopped somehow. i was left with most of my memory, only forgetting my name, my looks, *most mirrors were shattered and the water was filled with blood.* and my family. Even though I seemed like a pony, I had 4 distinct features that set myself apart from others..

One, bloodshot eyes. Two, no need for sleep. Three, no need for food, water, or breathing. And four, superhuman strength. I walked past the zombies, ordering them to look for more survivors through a series of moans and grunts. The language was easy to learn, the survivors were just too ignorant to learn. We were searching through Canterlot in a small group. I had established myself as Alpha, making the Beta a burly, red coated stallion with a short, thick orange mane. His cutie mark was a green looking blob. The small group was more of a pack, they all relied on me to find the next location of travel and how we should divide the food. It was hard work, but I was not alone. There were three zombies that were noticeably smarter then the others.

One was the beta. He could understand and follow orders easiest, I saw him before, I believe his name was big something...Mitch?...Micheal?...Max...MAC! That was it, Big Macintosh. The second was a sea green unicorn, I recognized her as Lyra. She could still use some of her magic. The last one was a butter Pegasus named Fluttershy. She was able to fly and scout an area. I remember that on of my friends had a crush on her... I can't quite remember his name. Big Macintosh walked over and started to tell his report.

"MnmHa MBaRNgB RznMRbbaRBBHrr." he said

Translation:"We find survivor."

I was impressed and respond. "MNMHhaRha?"

Translation:"Where?"

Big Mac did a weird laughing moan, happy he was doing a good job.

"RZBMY." he said

Translation:"Sky."

I nodded in approval and motioned for the pack to follow me the rest of the way. Next Chapter: Chapter 3 Estimated time remaining: 3 Minutes