What's up, people!? New chapter out, so be prepared!
Before Draco and Alan headed out, they peered through the windows of the front of the house. "There's no pony out there," Alan reported.
Draco turned to him. "Chloe said never to tell you this, but if we need to, I can be used as a flamethrower. If we're forced to, use it," he said.
Alan nodded, and opened the front door slowly. He headed outside, the night burning brightly with the flames of nearby houses. Draco was riding on Alan's back, shivering with fear. Alan knew he had to first head to Applebloom's house, just nearby his. He galloped silently through the streets, no sign of life anywhere except for them. Alan reached Applebloom's house in ten seconds flat. He ran up the entrance to the apple orchards, and saw the farmhouse in the distance. He galloped towards it, and knocked frantically on it. No answer. He knocked again, this time a bit louder.
"Not so loud, Alan! They might hear us!" Draco whispered loudly.
"I want them to hear us. They need to get outta here!" he answered.
"Not Applebloom! The other ponies!" Draco replied.
"Oh… right…" Alan admitted. "I forgot about the crisis at hand."
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The Cutie Mark Crusaders had all gathered in the apple cellar, along with Applejack. "Why are we here again, Applejack?" asked Sweetie Belle impatiently.
"Yeah! We could be out doing more stunts right now!" Scootaloo said.
"Hush, y'all! There's a lot of ponies out there who are crazier than a pack of bloodhounds chasing a coon!" Applejack replied.
"Whatcha mean by that, sis?" Applebloom asked.
"I saw one of them crazies eat another pony! It gave me the heebie-jeebies, so I took y'all down here too," Applejack answered.
"Eat a pony? Are you sure, Applejack? Ponies don't eat ponies," Applebloom said.
"Sure as shooting," Applejack replied. She then stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a banging on the front door of the house. "Uh-oh. That ain't good. Stay here." Applejack then went up the cellar into the house, and checked the front door. She peered through the peephole on the door, and saw Alan standing there with Draco on his back. She unlocked the door, and pulled them both inside.
"Whoa! Applejack! Thank goodness, Ponyville has gone crazy!" Alan said.
"I know. I saw the whole thing. Ponies eating each other… nothing like that's ever happened before. You should be safe here with Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo," Applejack said.
"But I can't stay here when Eric and Dinky are still out there! We gotta do something quick!" Alan pleaded.
"You shouldn't go out there!" Applejack argued.
"I'm gonna try. I'm not letting them get eaten by ponies. I'll head back here when I'm done." Alan then left with Draco.
"Wait!" Applejack yelled out. "Take this," she said, handing him a 12-gauge, double aught, double-barreled shotgun.
"What's this?" Alan asked with a puzzled look.
"It's something our old grandstallions used to defend the farms from timber wolves. It cracked their wood as easy as an eggshell. It fired these here doohickeys at them." She showed him a case of 12-gauge ammunition, and he took it.
"So, how do I use this thing?" Alan asked.
She took it from him, stood on her hind legs perfectly, loaded a cartridge into one barrel, took aim, and fired at an apple cider bottle on the fence post. When she used it, it made a large booming noise, and followed by the shattering of the bottle into millions of pieces, made Alan tremble. "Whoa! That's pretty sweet!" Draco commented. Applejack handed the gun back to Alan, and bid him good luck. She headed back into her home, and locked the door.
"All right Draco, you use your fire if we get into any trouble, and I'll use this. Let's get going," Alan said as he traversed back into town.
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Elsewhere in town, Eric had locked himself in the library where Doc once lived, along with Princess Twilight some years after him. He suffered from albinism, and because of it was a pale white earth pony, with a platinum blonde mane and tail and pale blue pupils almost blending into the outside of his eyes. He was very much like his mother, Annabelle, when it came to personality, but his appearance was more of his father, Percy.
Seeing as he had the largest home from the gang, Dinky had headed to the library when things went bad. Both ponies were trembling inside. "The doors are barricaded, right Eric?" Dinky asked.
"Yeah… of course," Eric said. "Good grief, what in bloody hell were those things?"
"Some kind of ponies who eat other ponies? I've never heard of anything like it. That scene outside was just… just…" Dinky trailed off, as it was too horrific to describe. Dinky began to cry. "If they eat ponies, what does that mean for every pony in Ponyville? Where are they? Where's Mom?"
"Let's not think about that, Dinky. We have to figure out where we'll hide, at least until this situation calms down. If it does, that is," Eric said hopelessly.
Banging came from the doorway, and the ponies stood still with fear. They made not one sound, move, or breath. The lights inside the library were dim enough to avoid attention from the ponies outside, but were bright enough to see inside the library. The banging then ceased, and the ponies sighed with relief.
Out of nowhere, an axe burst through the front door. There were many animal-like shouts and moans when that happened, and a phrase was muttered through the doorway. "Brains… are… mine…!" came from the other side. The gang inside all let out a bloodcurdling scream, and knew they had to act fast or be eaten slowly.
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Alan made his way through the town relatively unnoticed, but he was still cautious all the while. "So, where should we go first, Draco?" Alan asked.
Draco considered this very carefully. "Where do you guys always meet up when you have something going on?" he asked.
"You're right! The bridge!" Alan said.
Draco face palmed himself. "No! What place do you go to when you have something important to say or when something's going on?" Draco stressed.
"You're saying they're at the library?" Alan asked.
"They could be. We just have to check," Draco said.
Alan and Draco headed to the library, and stopped and stood with horror when they found it broken into. Alan ran into the building, and realized he made a huge mistake doing so. There were a total of six ponies inside, all of them the rotten ponies he saw earlier. He stood still with terror, and couldn't move at all. They saw him, and started dragging themselves toward him.
"Alan, the gun! Use it!" Draco yelled. He got off of Alan and prepared himself to shoot fire.
Without hesitation, Alan whipped out the gun, opened the barrels, loaded two shells into them, closed the barrels, and stood on his hind legs, taking aim, but did not fire the shots.
"Well? What are you waiting for!?" Draco yelled.
"I can't! They're ponies! I… I can't kill another pony!" he admitted. The ponies drew even closer, and started moaning even louder.
"Um… they're gonna kill us if we don't!" Draco yelled, and after doing so, shot flames from himself, incinerating two ponies. Completely ignoring the fact they were on fire, they continued onwards. "HURRY!"
Alan, now motivated, took aim yet again, and fired a shot at one of the ponies. The shot hit its neck, creating a huge gap of carnage and gore, and the pony collapsed on the floor, bleeding out. Alan took aim again, and fired the remaining shell at one of the ponies that was on fire. The shot successfully hit that pony, plus one more, in the facial areas, leaving many pellet marks riddled into their heads. They both fell over as well.
"I'm out!" Alan yelled, desperately trying to reload the weapon as quickly as possible. Draco used his flames to completely burn one of the ponies, where it finally lay on the floor as a smoldering hot corpse. Alan had finished reloading, but it was too late. The remaining two ponies grasped onto him, one grasping his legs and the other grasping his gun. Alan shrieked in terror, and struggled to get free.
"Your brains… are mine…!" one of them said.
"ALAN!" Draco yelled out.
To be continued next week! What'll happen to the others back at the farmhouse? Is Alan going to continue? Find out next time.