Nova walked around Ponyville, trying to find something, ANYTHING to do. All his human friends were gone, and none of the ponies seemed to enthusiastic about hanging out with him, except one, and the one that did, Nova had figured out was much weirder than himself.

"Holy shit...." Nova said out loud. The streets weren't busy, so no one could hear him. "I wonder how all of my subscribers feel right now....I'm not there, and I probably wont be back for a LONG ass while." Nova frowned. Wrestling was a hobby, but YouTube? YouTube was Nova's main job, it's where everything began. It was way more enjoyable than that Twizzlers factory he had to work alongside his mom with was. To Nova, nothing was better than playing video games, and getting paid, it was...A dream job.

Nova knew how whiny his fans were, always asking for more content than Nova was already putting out. Sometimes, he would upload 7 videos at a time, and his fans would STILL ask for more! Sometimes, it was unnerving to Nova, he just wanted to text-yell "SHUT THE HELL UP!" to them.

But, Nova still stayed, as only a majority of his fans were bitchy and needy, the others were the greatest fans a YouTuber could ask for. Nova had over 4 million subscribers, but he never sold out, like Ray William Johnson did. Nova never disabled comments permanently from every single one of his videos like Ray William Johnson did, Nova isn't gay like Ray William Johnson is. Yup, Nova hates Ray William Johnson.

He hoped he would get home soon. He was ready to upload videos right now, but the only computer in Equestria, which was Zane and Nathan's, was destroyed. And even so, it's not like Nova could record anything here. No TV, no Xbox 360, no Playstation 3, no Camera, Nova had taken nothing with him from Earth except his sense of humor.

Nova was now on the outskirts of Ponyville, he had walked a pretty fair distance. He wasn't even paying attention to how far he had walked, he was so busy in his own thoughts, but when he finally snapped back to reality, he noticed he was right in front of a farm.

The farm was definitely not Sweet Apple Acres. The barn was in much better shape, it looked brand new. It had some type of fence set up, one that looked like it could protect the owner from the apocalypse.

For some reason, the farm looked eerily familiar to Nova, but he couldn't figure out why.....

"It almost looks like...." Nova began to put his thoughts into words. "No, can't be...." Nova decided he would check this out to see if his suspicions were true.

Nova walked up to the front door, and politely knocked, if who he thought would answer the door answered the door, this would be the greatest moment in Nova's life....

After a few moments, the door swung open, and standing there, was a grey pony, with grey hair, and a grey beard as well. His cutie mark was a piece of dry land, how....Interesting.....

Nova frowned mentally. Nope, this obviously wasn't who he thought it was..... "Oh, I'm sorry, sir....I....Thought you were someone else. I'll be on my wow now." He began to walk off, but the pony stopped him.

"Hold on, now traveler." The pony said, putting a hoof on Nova's shoulder, and stopping him in his tracks. The voice sounded familiar, though... "I can't have you walkin' around here while The Walkers are nearin'!" Nova's jaw dropped.

"He....Knows about....WALKERS?' Nova thought. "Maybe....This IS him...." He hoped for the best, but didn't want him to know he knew what he was talking about.

".....Walkers?" Nova asked curiously.

"That's why I've been callin' em'." The pony said. "Real menacing things. Prey on the innocents. Come around in a pack or two. They have no leader, and only one goal...."

Nova gulped. "What's their goal?"

The pony now had a tint of confidence in his eyes, like he had dealt with these "Walkers" before. ".......KILL." He said silently, and painfully. "Their goal is to kill innocent ponies....And eat their brains." He noticed the fear in Nova's eyes. "That right there was my reaction when I first found out about the things, but it's as true as the sun shines in the morning. They don't eat hay, just brains."

Nova trembled. "What IS a Walker exactly, though?" He asked.

The pony had a "pull-up-a-chair-while-I-tell-you-a-story" look on his face. "It's the rotted flesh of dead ponies that has been haunted by a curse. The curse was said to have spread through the local cemetery a few years ago. It awoke the ponies from the dead, but they could not leave their graves so early."

"Why not?" Nova asked.

"Warmth." The pony said simply. "They were under them graves for so long, when they came back from the dead, their bodies were freezing cold. So they needed to wait a few years before they could come out of the ground, and kill us."

"Don't you think that is just an folk-tale?" Nova asked with uncertainty. He knew Zombies didn't exist, except in TV Shows and Movies.

""Folk"?" The pony said, confused. "You must mean PONY-tale, boy." Nova facehoofed mentally. He wasn't use to this fucking pony language! "And no, it's nothin' but real, I can assure you. I went to the cemetery last year to pay tribute to my mother, and I could hear her groaning underground. And if that wasn't enough, I heard ALL of them ponies making a heap of noise. I researched, and my story is what came up. Historians have studied the curse, so no, it's not a pony-tale."

Nova still didn't believe this crazy old man, but he went along with it, non-the-less. "How do you....Stop Walkers?" He asked.

"Simple...." The pony said, grinning. He went back inside his house, and seconds later he was back on his porch, holding a Shotgun. "You fight like hell!" The pony proclaimed.

"Okay....This MUST be him." Nova though happily. Nova grinned. "I like that idea!"

The pony rose an eyebrow while chuckling. "You're a fighter, huh?" Nova nodded. "Good. Aren't many ponies like you here, son...."

"Tell me about it..." Nova replied, rolling his eyes. "The ponies in this city are big pussies."

The pony laughed. "Damn right! I'm originally from Poney Island. Lots of two-faced bastards there, but atleast they knew how to survive! Where you from, kid?"

"Fuck......" Nova thought. "Now I've gotta lie....." "I'm from....Detrot." Nova said, hoping that was a real city in Equestria.

The pony snickered. "And you're still alive? That's a pretty poverty-plagued city to live in."

"Wow....." Nova thought. "All I did was combine the Troit in Detroit with trot! Damn this is easy..." "Well, I'm just a survivor I guess."

The pony nodded understandingly. "You got a place to stay, kid?"

"Yeah, I live in Cloudsdale." Nova answered.

The old pony looked at Nova's wings admirably. "Impressive. You could be a great help in the war against The Walkers!" He exclaimed, smiling widely.

"I'll be happy to kick some dead ass!" Nova exclaimed. "But, how are we supposed to protect ourselves when the Walkers arrive?"

The pony chuckled. "Well, my farm is protected by that there fence." The pony gestured towards the all wooden fence. "It may not look like much, but Walkers aren't very powerful. They wont be able to break it. It's sturdy. But the rest of the ponies? Hell, it ain't my problem. They'll have to make their OWN fences."

"Damn.....What a dick...." Nova thought.

The pony smiled. "But, when you see them Walkers coming, you just fly on over to this farm, and we'll get to killin'. Sound good?"

Nova nodded. "I'm down."

"Good." The pony said, still smiling. "My name's Hershel, by the way....Hershel Greene."

Nova was doing backflips inside his mind. "HOLY SHIT! IT REALLY IS HIM!" He thought. "But, it looks NOTHING like him....THE FUCK?"

Suddenly, another pony came outside with Nova and Hershel. He looked like a young colt. He had black comb-over hair, and his Cutie-Mark was a blank piece of wood. What in the hell?

"Dad," The boy said. "Think we should work on that fence some more?"

"Well..." Hershel began. "It looks sturdy enough, but what the hell? Can never be too sure!"

The boy nodded, he then noticed Nova. "Who's this?" He asked.

"I was just about to get his name before you came out here." Hershel replied. "What IS your name, son?"

Nova wouldn't need to lie about this. "My name's James Wilson." He answered. "I like to be called Nova, though."

Hershel nodded. "Well, James, would you mind helping me and Shawn here build this fence?"

"Shawn.....?" Nova thought confusingly. "I didn't know Hershel had a son..." Nova quickly remembered something, and mentally facehoofed once again. "This is Hershel from the Walking Dead VIDEO GAME, not the TV Show! I FUCKING HATE THE VIDEO GAME HERSHEL!!!!!!!!!"

"Your son sucks, and so do you." Nova replied boldly. The hell is he thinking?! HE'S GOT A FUCKING SHOTGUN!

Hershel and Shawn immediately glared angrily at Nova for his comment. "Who the HELL do you think you are?!" Hershel yelled.

Nova smirked. "I'm you." He answered.

Hershel's eyes widened. "I was gonna blow your head off right now....But, since you're me....I'll just say this: GET. OFF. OF. MY. LAND!"

"Kay." Nova said simply, and walked off of Hershel's farm. Hershel began shaking his hoof in the air angrily. "I HOPE THE WALKERS TEAR YOU ALIVE!" He yelled. "And when they do, don't you even THINK about coming back on MY land!"

Nova squealed in fan-boy delight. Even though this wasn't the LEGIT Hershel, Nova was still excited beyond belief to get booted off of Hershel's land! He would DEFINITELY have to brag to Dan about this when he got home.

Meanwhile.....

At the same time Nova had left a farm, Pinkie Pie was approaching a different farm. Sweet Apple Acres. She happily hopped in sync with the "Smile" song she was humming. She hadn't babysat since Pound and Pumpkin Cake were in town....She missed them dearly, but those things were a NIGHTMARE to babysit! She figured three 10 year olds would be so much easier.

She saw the boys slowly picking up the Apples that Big Mac had bucked down, and putting them into baskets. She could tell the boys were....Lazy....REALLY lazy, looked like they thought their back would break everytime they reached down for an Apple.

"Hiiiii, booooooys!" Pinkie exclaimed in a singing voice as she hopped over to Freddie's kids. They looked EXTREMELY displeased to see her, and Damian even groaned.

"No.....Not YOU." Damian said unenthusiastically. His ears were still ringing from all the talking Pinkie did at the party last night. Plus, she was a girl, so that didn't help any.

"YES! Yes me!" Pinkie said happily.

"Well, howdy Pinkeh Pie," Big Mac said smiling, sweat dribbling down his face. "What can ah help ya with?"

"Sorry to say, Big Mac," Pinkie began. "But, I've been chosen to babysit your little helpers!" Damian, Kit and Tate immediately groaned loudly. "I need to take them back to Sugarcube Corner until Freddie gets back."

Big Mac smiled. "Not a problem, Pinkeh. I can handle all'a this work by mahself. Besides, these boys are a bit....Lazy. No offense to you boys."

"None taken." Tate replied with a Derpy face.

Pinkie hopped in excitement. "Yay! Comeon, boys! Let's gogogogogoGOOOOOOO!" She giggled as she hopped away. Even though they didn't want to, they followed Pinkie, but with extremely disappointed looks on their face.

When they were gone, Big Mac wondered something. "Ah wonder wha Freddie didn't just let ME babysit his kids...." He quickly shrugged. "Probably cuz I'm too busy." He then went back to work, having to buck the Apples AND put them in the basket.

Meanwhile.....

"So, Freddie...." CM Punk whispered to Freddie. "Why didn't you just let Big Mac babysit your kids? I mean, he was gonna be at the farm all day, anyway. Plus, he's dependable and Trustworthy."

Freddie chuckled. "While he MAY possess those qualities and more, he ALSO possesses the quality of being somepony who bangs his own sister. He may try to have sex with some of MY family as well."

Punk laughed. "You are such a horrible father, you know that?"

Freddie glared at Punk. "At least I AM a father...."

Punk rolled his eyes. "Yeah, a BAD one!" He then began to laugh some more as Freddie scowled. They and the rest of the gang continued to walk to their destination.

Meanwhile....

Nova had continued to walk after leaving Hershel's Land. He was still beside himself. He had gotten yelled at by HERSHEL! What a great day this was! Nova was now back in the suburb part of Ponyville, where a lot of houses resided. Nova noticed one particular house in the middle of the suburb. It was a green house, with 5 windows, 2 between the door, and the other 3 in a row upstairs. Basically...It looks like this:

Sitting on the pavement by the house, was a child wearing a red coat, yellow gloves, brown jeans, black snow-shoes, and a blue beanie. Nova could tell, he was visibly obese for his age, and he looked extremely sad, like something was bothering him, and he too....Looked eerily similar.

"Is that.....CARTMAN?" Nova thought. He was beyond confused, that was for sure. Hershel, Shawn, and now Cartman? Unless it was a mistake, the resemblance was uncanny, except this Cartman was in pony form. Nova walked up the the boy curiously.

"Hey, little guy, what's wrong?" Nova asked, smiling. And if he knew Cartman like he did from South Park, he figured he'd cuss him out....

....He was right.

Cartman turned to Nova, a pissed off look on his face. "The hell? You damn pedo! You can't rape me, dammit! I'LL CALL THE COPS ON YOU!"

"Yup..." Nova thought. "DEFINITELY Cartman..." He decided he would play this game.

"Wow. Fuck you, ya raging fatass." Nova exclaimed. "I just came over here to see why your pissy ass was looking so down, but I guess you're just such a fucking loser you wont even let anyone strike a conversation with you! YOU FUCKING SUCK."

"My god...." Cartman says, an impressed yet surprised look on his face, he soon turned angry again, though. "Hey! I'M NOT FAT, I'M BIG BONED!!!!!"

Nova smirked. "Whatever, dude...Go suck a dick..." Nova began to walk off.

"WAAAAIIITTT!" Cartman yelled, causing Nova to stop. "Who the hell are you?"

"Name's Nova. Who the fuck are you?!"

Cartman smiled. "I'm Eric Cartman, you fucking hooker!"

Nova smirked. "Fuck you, cum-squeeze! I bet your mom eats 20 dicks a day!" Cartman suddenly frowned. "Hey, the hell, man?"

Cartman sniffled. "That's actually why I'm so pissed right now, Nova....You're right. My mom, is the Village Whore. See, we just moved here along with my other friends, Stan, Kyle and Kenny from South Park, the coldest city in Equestria."

"Is that why you're wearing all those fucking Eskimo clothes?" Nova asked, chuckling.

Cartman laughed. "Yeah. I'm just....So used to the cold, these clothes have pretty much become a part of my thing. But anyway, we've only been here since Monday, and my mom has fucked atleast 10 guys a day since then."

Nova got a disgusted look on his face. "Holy shit, man.....Was she always like this?"

"Oh hell yeah." Cartman answered. "She used to fuck more in South Park. I first caught here when I was 3, and she lied and told me it was "To gain heat." Which, actually kinda makes sense, since ya know, we lived in a cold-ass place, and warmth was a top priority." Nova nodded. "But I figured out when I was 8, she was just having sex...And LOTS of it....I was hoping she would stop once we move here. Ya know, since moving usually takes a toll on everyone. But fuck no, she fucked 5 guys at ONCE in the same day!"

Nova shook his head in disgust. "That's fucking gross, man...."

Cartman nodded. "I know dude! That's why I'm out here....I can't be in there when she's fucking. The noises she makes....Makes me wanna puke! I'm always outside with my friends, exploring, because of her and her.....Fetishes." Cartman cringed at what he had seen his mother do to some colts.

"You probably don't get ANY attention, do you?" Nova asked, concerned.

Cartman hung his head. "Nope. She's always fucking. We NEVER get to spend time. I don't have a dad, not sure where he is, never met him, and my mom never even talks about him. My mom tells me she loves me and all that basic shit, but, honestly....I don't love her. I just deal with her because....Well, I've got nowhere else to go." Some tears started to form in Cartman's eyes.

Nova felt genuinely sorry for this kid. South Park hardly ever allowed Cartman to cry in an episode, he was supposed to be the tough fat kid who could be fazed by nothing, but it seemed Cartman was reaching his breaking point here in Equestria.

"I know that's fucked up...." Cartman continued. "Not loving your mom, but I honestly feel she loves complete strangers more than her own son....Sometimes...I just feel like...Running away. Running away, and never coming back. Right now, is one of those times....I've had enough, Nova. I'm tired of this shit....." Finally, a tear escaped Cartman's eyes, and hit the pavement.

Nova still felt extremely sad for this kid. To have your own Mother, not even....Care about you? Nova couldn't imagine what that must've been like. His mother didn't fuck 10 guys a night, probably because she was a fat-ass, but that's another story for another time. (Be pretty interesting to make, too.) Nova suddenly smiled.

"Hey, Cartman...." Nova said, looking down at the boy.

"Y-yeah....?" A now sobbing Cartman asked, his eyes beginning to turn red.

"I have an idea." Nova said, smiling even more now.