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"Fallout Equestria: Chapter 9 — Moral of the Story"

I had just finished sliding the book into my saddle bags when my Eyes-Forward Sparkle compass exploded with red. I froze. Crap… that’s a lot of enemies! In my mind, I knew the slavers had found us again. And, from the looks of things, they had brought an army!

“Littlepip? What is it?”

Anxiously, I whispered, “Go get Calamity. Quietly. …please.” I turned slowly in place. There
was a gap in the red; we weren’t entirely surrounded. “Trouble!” More than we could handle!

Velvet immediately tensed, nodded nervously, and trotted out as quickly and quietly as she could, only knocking over one
crate along the way. We both winced. As she reached the back end of the wagon, she stopped, aghast. “Zombie-ponies!”

What? Not slavers? I moved up next to her. I was already forming how I was going to explain to her about ghouls,
but the words died on my lips as I took in the blank, hungry stares and shambling, grotesque movements of the
approaching herd. These did not look like ghouls; these looked like zombie-ponies! I remembered the warning:
Ya get inta the wrong places, y’ll find yerself hunted by whole packs of cannibal ghoul-ponies gone zombie.

Moving closer to Calamity, I whispered, “Follow me.” We watched them shuffle
a foot nearer. Two. The closest zombie-pony broke into a slavering charge!

“Run!”

We ran. Ran like we were being chased by a mindless hoard of monsters intent on eating us alive. Because we were!

The zombie-ponies exploded into action, joining the hunt, our flesh the
prize they were after. Many launched into the air and flew towards us.

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Posted previously at: 2018-09-03T00:52:06 | Posted previously by: Pyr0T3ck