OOC thread: http://mlpforums.com/topic/122881-zombie-apocalypse-ooc/
Trotting across the torrid streets of what used to be Ponyville, Frank kept thinking to himself, Why did I stay? Why didn't I go with the others?
The buildings around him were old, rotting, and stained by those who didn't make it out in time. Frank entered one of these buildings, repeating that thought over and over in his head, throguh a doorway. At least, it used to be a doorway. Now it's just a gaping hole in a wall, he thought to himself gloomily. Just shows how ignorant we really are against the-
A crash and the sound of splintering wood jolted Frank out of his thoughts. No. No! Nonononononononono! he screamed in his mind. They're here?!? They can't be here!!! They cleared this place out!!! What am I gonna do?
"Uh, uhhhh..." Frank mumbled out loud. I know! I'll... uh... smash this wooden plank over its head! Gah! No, what'll that do? It'll stun it at best! What else can I do? Not seeing any other options, Frank grasped the piece of wood in his front hoofs, and charged in the direction of the noise.
"Gyaaaaaaah!" he screamed, preparing to lodge a chunk of rotting plant matter into whatever-it-is's skull, until Frank looked down and saw a bunny. He immediatly stopped in his tracks, dropped the wood, and knelt down next to the creature.
"Well, hi little fella!..." Frank spoke in a nervous tone. "I must have scared the living daylights out of you! Sorry about that!" A bunny, he thought. This is great! A bunny! Creatures like this hate those abominations. The fact that this bunny's here, it means I'm safe! Well, for now at least.
Suddenly, the bunny perked its ears up, widened its eyes, and raced out of the demolished doorway faster than Frank could track. "Hey, where are you going? I only just met-" He froze. "-you..."
Shuffling through the ruined foyer of the dilapidated house was what Frank feared now more than anything else. A converted...
The converted were ponies turned "zombie," a slang term for the creatures that hunted ponykind. And standing ten feet away from one, Frank could understand how "zombie" fit the converted.
Its flesh carried multiple open wounds, none of which were bleeding. The zombie's legs were decomposing as he watched them, flesh turning black, exposed bone turning yellow. The mane and tail were burnt where they were't cut, but the head was the worst part. This one used to be a unicorn, as shown by the thin, cracked piece of bone jutting from its temple. Its mouth hung open as if the jaw muscles had been cut, and any teeth it still had were loosly attatched. The nose looked like it had been smashed in with something heavy, but the eyes were what made frank want to vomit. Both eyelids were wide open, exposing the blank, lifeless spheres of decaying corneal tissue to the elements. One eye was yellow, but still intact. The other was deflated, etched with maroon, and oozing a dried pus Frank could only assume to be jelly from the inside of the eye.
Frank barely noticed that the creature had turned towards him, and only noticed that it had moved closer to him when it started to make a hoarse, primordial groan. Frank, still frozen in fear, could only watch as the zombie lurched ever closer to him, until it was only a hairsbreadth away.
As soon as he felt the gray, clammy skin of the creature touch is own, Frank sprung into action. He stood up with a jolt, and sprinted to the doorway. As soon as he was outside, Frank spread his wings and looked back at the dead, yet ambulatory pony moving ever so slowly towards him. Frank then turned around, and flew away as fast as he could, all the while emitting a scream similar to that of a crying infant.