Neither Twilight nor Spike had any idea what to say. This creature had killed many of his own kind (zombies, if he was to be believed) and was now asking them what was going on. Holding that device of his over his shoulder, he stood there and waited while the unicorn tried to think clearly and answer him.

"W- Well... I-"

"Come on, out with it, we don't have all day," he cut her off impatiently.

"Well, um, we're from..." Twilight trailed off as she saw one of those 'zombies' stumble behind the creature. Just as it was within range to grab him, though, he took out a small device from a holster, and without even looking away from her, shot the zombie in the face, causing it to fall down behind him with a thud.

"Well, keep going. You're from...?" The thing wasn't even phased by the intrusion, while Twilight's ears were still ringing from the noise the smaller device made. Spike, meanwhile, had fainted, which would deal a blow against his masculinity when he woke up.

"We- We're from... Equestria."

For a few seconds, neither of them said anything. Then, something that Twilight never could have predicted happened.

He started laughing.

"Haha... Equestria! That's rich, because you're a horse, and..." He dissolved into another laughing fit. Twilight was both slightly worried and offended.

"Hey! Equestria's a good country!"

"I never said it wasn't, just... Heh..." Taking a deep breath, he composed himself. "Alright, now, being serious again: What are you doing in this hellhole?"

"Well, I wanted to see if I could find where I accidentally teleported some Poison Joke, and-" Suddenly, something came to her. "Say, where exactly are we, anyway?"

"Well, tiny horse who may or may not be a hallucination of my addled brain," he said, "you are in-" He raised his arms with a flourish. "-beeeautiful Las Vegas, Nevada, home of countless casinos, strip clubs, and other such things."

Twilight had never heard of any Las Vegas, or Nevada. The closest she could think of was Las Pegasus, so the only thing that made sense was...

"...I'm in another dimension..." she said out loud, lost in thought.

"Sure. Dimensional shenanigans. Why not. I mean, zombies, parallel universes- What's next, dragons and time travel?"

"Well, there are dragons in Equestria," Twilight said, missing the sarcasm in the creature's ranting, "and I used a time travel spell, once..."

"Well, that's fucking dandy." Shaking his head, he looked back at Twilight. "Well, since you seem to be visiting here for a bit, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hank Henderson, zombie killer extraordinaire, and one of the last..." He did some quick counting with his fingers, thinking to himself. "...twenty-eight or so percent of what's left of the human race."

The number shocked Twilight. "Only twenty-eight percent left?! What happened?"

Before Hank could answer, numerous moans could be heard from outside the door, up and down the hall. In lieu of his former answer, he simply pointed outside and said, "That." Moving quickly, he shuts the door and re-locks it, before turning back to the unicorn.

"What could've caused such a thing?!" she asked.

"Some kind of new product or something, supposed to relieve stress." He laughed. "Well, I guess it worked; nothing relieves stress like blowing a zombie's head off." Almost on cue, there was banging on the door. "Speak of the devil."

Twilight started cowering away from the door, magically dragging the still-unconscious Spike with her. Hank, meanwhile, pulled out his weapon and pumped it, getting ready for the incoming attack.

As the banging increased in volume, Twilight's stress also increased. It got to the point where, just as the zombies were starting to claw through, she found herself casting the teleport spell again, to go home.

The added light didn't go unnoticed by the human, who turned to see Twilight lighting up her horn for something. "What the-"

In a flash of purple light, the three of them disappeared just as the zombies broke down the door. Having no live flesh to prey on, they simply stood around, moaning.

Now, look, you probably think I'm crazy, for accepting the existence of a unicorn and stuff so quickly, but look at it from my perspective: It's the zombie apocalypse, the same thing that endless games and movies had been about. Really, nothing would surprise you nearly as much.

Besides, even if I was crazy, might as well go with it. Whatever world my mind conjures up would probably be a hell of a lot better than the real thing.

Although, when I looked back to see that unicorn lighting her horn up for some reason, and then blinked, only to find that, instead of being in a power room to a casino in Vegas, I was in some kind of library, that kind of convinced me that this was not, in fact, imaginary.

Either that, or I'm a very lucid psychopath.

Regardless, it was shocking, to say the least. Which is part of the reason I dropped my trusty shotgun, which then proceeded to fire from the impact.

About half of the buckshot hit the walls, but the rest managed to hit something they shouldn't.

Namely, my leg.

"GAH FUCKFUCKFUUUUUCK!"

What? You ever been shot in the leg by a shotgun? It hurts like a needle. Used by an amateur doctor. That was on fire. And laced with salt. Five times at once.

The point was, it fucking hurt.

My screaming in pain got the attention of the unicorn, who turned to see me on the ground, rocking back and forth. Upon closer inspection, she probably saw that my leg was about halfway fileted. At least, that's the most likely reason she loudly gasped before saying "Hold on!" and grabbing me with what I can only describe as magic. Probably not too far off from the truth, but I digress.

Anyway, she half carried, half dragged me out the door and into a street. There were other tiny horses around, some with horns, some without, and some with wings. I think they were shouting things out of confusion, but it's hard to remember exactly, considering the amount of my blood that was dripping onto the street, and the buckshot that was still digging into my flesh. Of course, the fact that I apparently was screaming various obscenities the whole time probably didn't help matters. I'm not sure what exactly happened after that, because I'm sure I passed out from shock, blood loss, or anything else once the hospital was in view.

Well, isn't this just a wonderful day.

"Good evening, everyone! This is Virgil, of ZMB Radio, giving you the update on tonight's events. For those of you who were listening earlier today, you probably heard that my buddy 'Hank with the tank' was gonna be here in Vegas. Well, heh, he sure as hell was. He had one impressive entrance, and then he ran into a casino. Now, he ran in earlier this afternoon, but I haven't seen him come out yet, and his tank is still parked out front. The power also seems to be on over there, too, so maybe he decided to settle down and enjoy all that Vegas has to offer. Anyway, this is ZMB Radio, wishing you good night, and good luck." Next Chapter: Monitor Blips and Guilt Trips Estimated time remaining: 8 Minutes