Day 1:
Kit's POV
Today is day one. The start of what people could only call the 'Zombie Apocalypse'. I don't quite understand how these losers came up with such a stupid name for the creatures, but alright.
The crisp, morning air woke me up sharp this morning. It was accompanied by the sound of multiple screams. Some fillies, others, mares and colts. I was outside of my usual bed, and instead I was perched onto what seemed to be a large rock.
I heard a voice. It seemed like a colt at first. 'Are you alright?' They asked me. When I looked up, I was quite surprised to see a small, earth mare standing next to me. I sat up, and looked around on first instinct.
I was in some sort of field. There were a close enough to straight line of trees next to the stone I was perched on. 'Who the hell are you?' Was my first line to this filly. 'Quinn.' She replied. She looked very scared. I'm not that scary..
At least, that's what I thought. Upon looking down, I saw a large splash of blood running up my upper limbs.
The girl still looked up at me, worriedly. I didn't care enough to question the blood all over my limbs. Instead, I smiled faintly at the mare. 'Kit.' I replied. She smiled back. The wind blew at my short, blue hair as I took another look about.
I instantly saw something I hadn't before. It was indeed a colt. He was standing, leant against one of the trees. 'That your dad?' I asked her. 'No. That's my brother!' She sounded oddly offended saying this. 'Look. I can't see very well. I'm a tad intoxicated..' I reply. I truly did believe I was a little tipsy, at least.
'That makes sense. The colt. He said that you two had been drinking that night.' The small one replied. At this point, I wasn't sure who 'the colt' was. 'What colt?' I was concerned.
'The one who saved you. He carried you out of the house. He told me to keep you safe for him.' She was smart. At this point, I had remembered clearly who she was talking about. She was talking about Brodie, my 'partner', you could say. We were more on and off than anything if I'm honest.
'Brodie..' I remember myself vaguely whispering. I felt my eyes welling, and my heart tearing in a mixture of emotions. 'He saved you dude. I would be happy..' The little mare spoke.
I looked at her once more, after my eyes had explored for a minute. She was a light pink colour, and her blue eyes were filled with deep emotion. She'd been through a lot. I could tell.
She had a little bow in her curly orange hair, and an incredibly deep voice. She stared for a while back at me. I noticed quickly that I had forgotten to speak for a while.
'That's something..' I spoke finally. 'Yes. He wanted you to be safe.' She told me. I quickly forgot the subject. My mind was running with questions, but one was specifically on my mind.
'How old are you?' I remember blurting. I thought it sounded rude, until she smiled. 'Fifteen.' She said with another hint of a grin. I couldn't believe it. Me, being only four years older than this mare was strange to believe.
'You're short.' I pointed out. 'Yes. Always have been.' She was nice. If anyone had said anything that rude to me, well.. I'm not sure what I'd do in this circumstance.
I had forgotten the screaming, bellowing in the distance. I soon took notice of them however, and bared to ask what they were. 'Probably getting killed. That's what's happening. Do you remember anything?'
'No.' I remember forcing out. 'There's a virus. Other ponies would call it the 'zombie apocalypse' if they had the chance. It's deadly.' She had sighed. 'Deadly?' I questioned.
Suddenly, her brother came marching over. 'I still cannot believe you let her join us, Quinn.' I distinctively remember him saying. What a rude introduction. I can tell you, even that told me a lot about him.
'We couldn't just leave her, Ace!' Ace. At first I thought it was just a nickname, but I was indeed, proved wrong. Who the hell names their kid 'Ace'?
'And why are you so special?' I asked with much fury. 'Well..' He smirked, almost maliciously as a pair of wings protruded from his sides. 'Woo, special.' I sneered. 'Well you're just a stupid earth pony. You're not special. We shouldn't have saved you. With all that blood, you're just dead weight.'
I was damn near to furious. Before I could show it, I was interrupted by Quinn. 'Shut up, Ace! You're such a stupid little baby!' She shouted to him.
'We're leaving.' Ace said. 'We're going to Manhoover. We'll be safe there!' 'I have no where else to go.' I sighed in defeat. If Brodie really was gone, I was gonna need to learn to like these people.
After walking for a while, we ended up at a cottage somewhere quite far from where we started. At least that, I'm left to presume.
We decided to settle there for the night. By this time, the three of us were all tired and hungry. I explored around the house to make sure it was safe. I found some kitchen knives and a screwdriver laying around, which helped us further.
There were no 'zombies' (still hate that word) in the house, to all of our joy. We all made it up onto higher ground to get some rest, coming across a mattress on the way. We entered the attic, to avoid any zombies getting us. That, of course, was my idea.
I was starting to think that Ace was really good for nothing. We all know one of those people who think they're everything. Well, that's him. I'm sure even Quinn will get sick of him at some point. I just can't believe she's put up with that colt her entire life..
Now I sit, thinking over the events of today. Day one. Quinn and Ace are asleep next to me. We managed to run off all of the blood from my limbs on the way here, thankfully.
I've learnt a bit more about Ace. He's actually trying to get to know me. He has bright blue eyes just like his sister's. he explained that his mother was a Pegasus, and his father, a earth pony. Which makes him and his sister being different species, more sense.
His white fur is surprisingly quite soft, along with his black mane. Overall, I'm slowly, but surely, warming up to him.
As for Quinn, she's very nice so far. I have made it a promise to keep these two safe. Quinn, being fifteen, and Ace, being eighteen, makes me the oldest. I must hold these two with my highest honour.
Day one.