11:35 am, PonyVille

Using my magic, I immediately sent us back to PonyVille, to cut out all those pesky walkthrough of the blocking-our-way undeads and those forests and trees.

As I can already guess, it's here a mess of PonyVille too.

Burning cars(Yes, cars, like sedan, cabs, Hondas something), severely damaged buildings, crumbled road, and last but not least, the sign of extreme massacre all over the ground. Corpses, blood, flesh tissue, all sort of bloody things you can imagine.

But I have no time to scare. As I even wouldn't if I have time. Since I became a zombie hunter, I've already gone through the most terrifying, psychic-problem causing, and the most scary things. A zombie without a head could still even tried to assault you, have you seen such a thing before? Well, I guess you will have no time to do so because you just have to KILL it!

Same as me right now. I must clear the town and to save anypony I saw on the way, to do the best I can.

I ran towards a zombie, who was sitting on the bloody ground,feasting upon a dead pony's flesh.

Time for you to end the feast, scumbag!

Quietly, without speaking a word, even holding my breath, and might as well as pulse if I can, I lifted the chainsaw high, waiting for the newly-upgraded chains to burn, then, a vertical swing, perfectly slicing the zombie into half.

I think the chains were also sharpened a lot with the upgrade, as I even can't hear a single sound of bone-breaking, and when it cut through undead's flesh, it's just like cutting tofu. Soft, moist, bloody, and NASTY.

"That was a beautiful one." Frankie said, standing aside me, stabbing, jabbing and knocking the undeads with his potentially-lethal microphone. It's now all covered in blood and very little bits of flesh, shining under the bright sunlight.

Boy, what an irony. They were eating ponies alive, swallowing their blood, and we're getting their blood stained on ourselves and our weapons.

"What's our next plan?" Spike asked.

"I dunno... I couldn't see any sign of another evil spirit.."

"Nope. There she is." Frankie said, pointing his mic towards a direction.

A pony...floating above the town hall building. It's a great distance, so I couldn't see very clearly. The only few characteristics I could recognize are, she is holding a two-necked bass, with spectrum-colored paint on it. She also have long, black hair with big tears on her face sewn with white threads.

"Meryl. A 60s liberty-loving psychedelic pony. She won't behave so strange unless she got hyped, like LSD. This should be a clear sign of her being, uh, 'possessed'."

"What would she do when she went, 'hyped'?"

"Spread darkness and chaos, also breaking other's mind, like luring ponies into the very, very core of her mind, thus creating serious trauma and mental injuries to slowly drain away your sanity, mashing your brain. Something like this."

"How do you know all about that?"

"I once tried it myself. And I could barely speak for the next few weeks."

"Well, that means she is dangerous right?"

"Not lower threat than the rest of us. I think it's up to you to get near her and defeat her. I will never touch this kind of shit again."

Frankie said,  stabbing the microphone into another zombie's eye sockets, followed by the popping sound of eyeballs.

"I got it. Then, let's go."

===

Man, I wonder when will I get the chance to use the new technique and feature of my chainsaw. I don't have anything to burn here, the town is already full of non-spreading, separated bits of flames.

Then, the next spilt second, I finally figured out how this would be useful.

As we proceeding forward, right in front of us, a truck and a van crushed together and they were burning viciously.

*BOOM!*

Explosions. One of the most evil thing on planet Earth. I hate Explosions.

Good heavens, it even blew up the van high into midair. And now it's falling upon me.

I lifted the chainsaw, then shoved it upward. The viciously burning chains was heated up to an extremely high temperature, on slashing into the vehicle, the chains immediately and easily cut into the hard-metal made car doors, then followed by being bisected into two equal portions, untouchable, hot and burning, glowing red.

Even being separated from a distance, the hoof I used to grab the handle of the chainsaw can still sense the extensive heat coming from the chains. Oddly, it didn't caused the motor to be burnt.

"Proceed forward," Frankie said, "This place is not safe. Burning wood and beams could fall at any second."

I nodded, then we turned right, came to a cross-section that is filled with zombies in the either three sides.

"Holy fuck, that was a large quantity."

Frankie said, frowning to the wandering, disgusting zombies. "These scales of destructions surely did shown that unicorn's extreme hate to the town."

"At least a hindered of them..." I said with an unbelievable expression on my face.

This number of zombies....if I cut and kill them each by each, I can surely lose tons of calories and burn out all those fat!

As I was about to say "Holy Celestia I can surely take care all of these lame brains by myself"-

"Too hard for you to handle? I can lend a hoof if you want.."

"No thanks, I don't need your -"

"STUPID COOZE!"

Goddamn it.

The whole sentence fly towards the West, sweeping down all of the zombies on that side, knocking them down to unconscious.

"Were you afraid of me killing all the zombies, didn't left some for you?"

"...Yes. I need to lose some grossy fat and burn down several tons of calories, so I need more homicidical aerobics."

Frankie looked at the downed zombies. "There. I knocked them off for you. Jump and slash, right?"

Yes, exactly, you got it.

I didn't speak a word, simply run over to the zombies with an embarrassing smile, then jumped, leaped and slashed, spraying blood all over the ground....

====

On clearing the whole place of zombies, I sweated like hell and my limbs went so sore. Fortunately I can still move and it's recovering quick and well.

The street were full of downed and broken vehicles. Some burning, some destroyed, some crushing into other buildings making them unstable...

And just as I was about to pass by a relatively taller house-four storey high, a car parked in front of it suddenly blew up into flames and pieces of debris, destroying the main supports of the house.

It's falling down, right onto me.

"Twilight! Run!" Spike yelled in fear on my back.

Very very unfortunately, I was stand at the right middle of the house. Either if I attempt to run backward or forward, the building will fall eventually in my mid-way and I will be crushed flat for sure.

"No, Spike, we won't made it." I said with a sad, hope-losing mood.

"Are you kidding me? We're gonna die if you don't escape!"

"If I run towards either both sides, we will surely got crushed cause I cannot make it so fast. What I mean is, I will not run, but instead, stand still and face it directly."

"Don't tell me you're going to-"

"Obviously I am!"

I restarted the chainsaw, letting it running at intense speed, heating up to a unreasonable state that is capable of cutting wood very quickly and at the same time burn them away into fading ashes.

More cracks and crushing noises were heard, and the building finally lose support, falling and burning.

"Holy fucking-shit!" Frankie yelled, "You gotta get the right timing, or you're fucked!"

"I know and I will!"

Quickly, the wooden building was already up on my head. My chainsaw was shoved deeply into it, and I was SUPPORTING the whole building by myself, with the chainsaw. Holy crap, since when do I became so strong like this?

Whatever, the major task ahead now is to quickly - swiftly cut this little retard into half and make it burn.

While supporting the building from crashing me and Spike, I slowly pushed it forward, and I can hear the sharp, ear-stunning burning noises of the woods and hay. As I keep sawing, the building seemed to be dismembering under the heat of the chains and the flames itself was burning.

"Ugh, come on, come on, come on-!"

I said under extreme pressure, then, all of a sudden, I heard a loud, familiar bang from not far away, sounds like a cannon or something, followed by the shaking of the building above.

More and more bangs were heard and the shaking becomes more and more violent. I also started to feel that the weight I am supporting above me slightly decreasing with the shaking. Then I quickly figured it out: That cannon-like thing is shooting something that hitting the building and making it shatter, destroying it part by part.

A good chance for me to go through this thing quickly and unharmed.

I started to run as fast as I could, still holding the vertically-inserted chainsaw, cutting through the building all on my way.

Give up, girl, you cannot make it...

Buck off, I'm already out and the building fell behind me!

Wait, who was talking?

The greatest darkness deep in your heart. Now, come forward, children, travel to the paradise...

====

"Twilight, Twilight, TWILIGHT!"

"Uh? Spike? Why are you yelling like this?"

"Because I've already called you for a hundreds of times and you didn't response to me at all!"

"Huh? Did I?"

"YES YOU DID!"

"Whoa, Mr. Dragon, calm down. She just went unconscious. Did you hear a voice in your brain?"

"...Yes I did, and how do you know that?"

"It was Meryl talking in your mind. Is she saying something like, telling you to give up or, paradise?"

"Exactly."

"Congrats, this proves that we're close to her."

"How do you know?"

"Her mind-breaking illusions only take effect in a certain radius, and is 100% absolutely effective to anypony, except those who she already possessed before, like me."

"Hmm, I got it then. And by the way.."

"Yes?"

"When I was under the building cutting it, did you hear several bangs coming from not far away?"

"Bangs? What does that mean?"

"For bangs like firing a cannon."

"Bangs? Oh yeah, I did hear several bangs coming from the North-west side. After those noises the building you're killing shook violently."

"It did helped me a lot, and even saved my life. I wonder who did that."

"You will find out eventually. I just saw that stinky whore flew to that direction."

"You mean, Meryl?"

"Yes."

"Don't you think that is a little rude? Though she is bad enough.."

"I always insults my hostiles, but not friendlies."

"So that's why you are calling me a slut during the fight?"

Frankie tilted his head, escaping my eye-contact. "I told you I couldn't even remember that. Quick, we should go on."

Spike giggles. I was going to do the same, but this is too impolite.

"Spike, stop being a jerk. He didn't even know anything about that."

"Something tells me that he is lying."

"That's totally not important now."

====

On our way proceeding forward, I had been keep on thinking about the things that just happened.

I was killing that building, and who would ever lend a hoof to help me out?

Besides, cannons? Not many ponies in this town did own cannons, or I'll just say, no ponies in PonyVille did actually own a cannon.

Except one. The one who is very special, and she is my friend.

No, no, no, no, wait. Shouldn't i be strong enough to support a whole downed building by myself, isn't it? Actually, when I thought back, this is kind of unreasonable and ridiculous. I should had been crushed flat.

While I was concentrating on thinking, the familiar bang suddenly was heard again, and it's not far away from us.

"That bang again. That pony should be nearby." Frankie said, looking at the ground. "And he or she should be able to explain all these shit around here."

I looked at the ground below me. Full of blood, pieces of flesh, bones, organs, tissues that I didn't even noticed until I heard a squeezing sound when I stepped on something wet, moist and soft.

Oh shoot, I just stepped on a busted eyeball!

"GROSS!" I yelled out loud of disgust, also drawing a pony's attention.

Followed by the noise of firing a cannon, I finally figured out who was there helping me.

A bright Pink Earth Pony, with fluffy pink mane and tail, cutie mark of three balloons,

Pinkie Pie!

====

"Pinkie? Why're you here?" I asked Pinkie, curious about her appearance in this messy place.

"Cleaning this place for a party! How about you, Twilight? What're you doing here?"

Pinkie asked me with a big smile on her face. I noticed the burning fuse of her party cannon.

"PEEEEE-W!"

The cannon was triggered, and flying out from it, instead of party ribbons, tinsels,paper bits, they're metal sheets, pins, flechettes, barbed wires and grenade fragments, all flying towards a great horde of wandering zombies, tearing them and ripping them into pieces.

Frankie was just standing right in front of the muzzle of the cannon.

"Holy Fuc-"

He yelled, while he was barely fast enough to dodge most of the deadly sharp obstacles, and a few of the metal sheets cut through his left front leg. Blood immediately flew out from his wounds.

"Aaaah shit, this is nasty..." He groaned, looking at all those blood splashed onto his leather jacket.

"Gee, sorry about that! I didn't mean to do so.." Pinkie said, looking at the Punk Rock pony.

"Uh, that's okay. It was somehow only itching anyway."

"Don't you feel any pain at all? Those wounds looked severe.." I asked in confusion, looking at the wounds on his leg, exposing bones and muscles..

"Dunno, I had been fighting for too long time already, experiencing too much of these injuries."

Pinkie turned around and looked at the place, full of dangerous, sharp objects, blood, flesh, and the bodies of undeads at everywhere.

"Oops. Seems I've been making this place a little bit untidy."

"You did. And you better get outta this place quickly, Pinkie, somepony who's really dangerous is nearby.."

"Who? Maybe we could be friends!" Pinkie said, bouncing up and down.

"Pinkie, that's a ZOMBIE, a dangerous zombie, you can't be friends with 'em! And, did you just say, a party?"

"Yeah, a party, a birthday party, for you!" Pinkie said, with her sparkling eyes blinking at me. She always behave like this whenever talking something about party.

"Wow, really? A birthday party for me?"

"But of course, you silly! Everypony should celebrate well at their birthdays! I can't let these ponies ruin such a great wonderful party, so I'm putting them down a while~!"

"Well, seems like it's not a while." Spike whispered to me.

"Yeah, like forever." I responded. " Anyway, I think you should leave quick, Pinkie, it's dangerous to stay here and fight those zombies all by yourself."

"I know, and I was about to leave. I just had to give you something first."

"?"

Pinkie put a hoof in front of her forehead, then began to think for a while.

"Ah! Your birthday present!"

She suddenly said, then begin to shuffle through her fluffy, pink tail, taking out a white present.

"Here, Happy Birthday, Twilight! Oops -"

I grabbed the falling present with my magic.

"Why, thank you, Pinkie! That's very thoughtful of you!"

"As soon as you're glad with it! Oh, hang on, I gotta go!"

Said as Pinkie hide the Party Cannon in a split second within nowhere, then started to bounce fast to the direction of the Sweet Apple Acres.

"Why is she going there?" Frankie asked, looking at the Pink pony bouncing all the way with a curious expression on his face.

"I don't know, and we better track her down."

"Why?" Spike asked.

"Somehow I am feeling strange of Pinkie today. I don't know what it is, but I do feel something strange."

"If you do say, so, then let's go.":Frankie said, about ready to move on -

"Hang on!" I yelled.

He turned around, with an annoyed look. "Don't tell me you're going to unbox that present RIGHT now.."

"Nope." I replied. "Just gimme a second to clean my hoof." i waved my bloodstained left hoof whom just stepped on an eyeball.

"Oh well. Fine."

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