Back at the cottage, Derpy and Rainbow were watching the three foals. They had made sure to feed the Control Freaks in the shed their usual meals, and after doing so, stayed for a bit. Scootaloo and the undead Cutie Mark Crusaders had conversed as they would normally, talking about potential attempts at gaining their cutie marks. Draco was hoof-cuffed, but it didn't stop him from enjoying a cigar. Big Macintosh was busy eating, and Applejack hid herself in a nearby corner in shame. Rarity had spoken to her sister as well, and they seemed to enjoy their company.
Derpy and Rainbow finally brought the foals back into the cottage, not wanting to keep them in the shed for too long. Rainbow turned to Derpy, wanting to speak what was on her mind. "They all seemed… normal. Even though they're dead, it's like… they woke up from sleep."
"I thought Leon was talking crazy when he said to feed them some chickenfeed. Isn't this stuff only for chickens?" Derpy asked.
"Yes, Derpy. That's why 'chickenfeed' is on the bag. I wonder why only chickenfeed, though," Rainbow commented.
As they waited in the cottage, they each prepared a meal for themselves and the foals. Derpy began making muffins, of course, while Rainbow began to make some sandwiches. After a while, the meals were ready, and they served them to the foals. Dinky and Derpy sat together, and Rainbow and Scootaloo sat together, both pairs happily eating together. Eric was the only foal who was alone, and he lowered his ears in loneliness.
Dad… Mom… they said they would always be there for me. Well... where are they at now? He walked out of the shed, and the others noticed as he did. They all followed him, and he stopped in front of the shed. He lowered his head in depression, and he pulled out the sickle he always had. They all ran up to him, and as they did, he cut a part of his foreleg, causing it to bleed. Derpy pulled the blade away from him, and Rainbow wrapped the foreleg with some cloth, but noticed something else on his foreleg other than the bleeding cut; a bite mark. Rainbow backed away from him slowly as she saw the bite, and he turned to all of them.
"Yes... it's there... surprised?" he asked gravely, his head lowered.
"Eric, what are you doing!?" Dinky questioned in shock.
"Releasing tensions," Eric said calmly, not looking up at them. He pulled the stained sickle back from Derpy, wiped the blood off with his hoof, and placed it away.
"Eric, what's going on with you!?" Scootaloo asked in fear.
He turned on all of them angrily, his eyes no longer the usual pale blue they were, but now a blood red. "You want to know what's wrong with me!? It seems that every pony here has a family left in this godforsaken reality now! You have Rainbow, Scootaloo. Dinky has Derpy, Alan has Leon and Draco, Applebloom has both of her siblings, and Sweetie Belle has Rarity. Who do I have… who do I have left to turn to!? No pony, that's who! Why am I still here if I have no pony left to be with!?" he asked angrily, removing the cloth tied around his foreleg as he did. His eyes flashed angrily red, and he grabbed his forehead with his cut foreleg. "AHH! No one..." he said, cringing in pain as he did.
"We're all looking after you, Eric!" Rainbow said. "But... when did you get bitten? And why haven't you told us?"
"Sometime after arriving here... I left to the shed. I raised my foreleg to one of those... monsters... and let them... because like them, all I am is a burden to each of you... you shouldn't be taking care of me," Eric said sadly. His foreleg was dripping blood now, and he pulled out the sickle yet again. He inspected it closely, and he angrily threw it onto the ground. "Just rubbish from the stallion and mare who gave it to me! Fucking assholes, leaving me here on my own!" he exclaimed in fury. He then turned towards the shed, tears in his eyes, and kicked the door open. He entered inside, quickly locking the door behind him, and the ponies outside banged on the door.
"Eric, come on out! Please!" Dinky pleaded.
Eric ignored them, and he saw the Control Freaks socializing with one another. His eyes flashed red, and he growled deep in his throat. He walked towards one of the shelves in the shed, and pulled out something that sent cold shivers down the Control Freaks spines; a chainsaw. He inspected it, and immediately he turned cold eyes on the Control Freaks. They had all noticed as he did, and they got nervous.
"Eric, what are you doing?" Applebloom asked nervously, cowering in the corner.
"It's all because of you… causing death and ravaging the town I once called home. I intend to repay the favor... and then leave along with you," he said quietly, as he pulled the cord on the chainsaw with his teeth. It immediately revved up and roared ferociously, and Eric picked it up and gripped it tightly in his mouth. The Control Freaks all backed away in fear, and trembled in place. They could not run away, as they were chained to the wall. Eric smiled dementedly, and he walked slowly toward Applejack, Applebloom, and Big Macintosh.
Draco, the only Control Freak who was hoof-cuffed rather than chained to the wall, quietly and slowly slipped away to the locked door, crawling as he did. He struggled as he reached in his chest holster for something, and pulled it out; keys to the hoof-cuffs. He quickly inserted the keys into the cuffs, and frantically wriggled them until they opened. He removed them, opened the lock to the shed door, and opened the door quietly. He went outside, and saw the other ponies trying to enter the shed. "You guys! Eric has completely lost it, and he intends to kill all of us!" Draco yelled out in fear.
The ponies rushed in, and saw Eric raising the chainsaw and lowering it down on Big Macintosh slowly. Eric yelled in a mixture of madness and pleasure as it sawed Big Mac completely in half vertically, sending blood flying everywhere. When Eric removed the chainsaw, the bisected corpse of Big Macintosh now split in half, releasing his organs onto the ground. Applebloom and Applejack screamed in horror, and Eric approached them next, soaked in blood and laughing dementedly.
He stopped approaching them, and instead turned around towards Rarity and Sweetie Belle, heading towards them. He raised the chainsaw over Sweetie Belle, but did not lower it yet. He spoke to her calmly. "Sweetie Belle… it's better that you don't stay like this. I thank you for the bite you gave me... but this… creature… that you are has an insatiable appetite, and it must be put down," he said casually. His eyes then flashed red, and he lowered the chainsaw quickly, but he received quite a shock. Rather than get Sweetie Belle, Eric had somehow sawed Rarity at her shoulder instead, sending blood flying from her. Rarity had stood between Eric and Sweetie Belle, and as Eric attacked, she had sacrificed herself to save Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle shrieked in horror as she saw her sister attacked right before her eyes, and Rarity, with her last breath, turned to Sweetie Belle.
"I'm sorry… Sweetie Belle…" Rarity then fell over, and died as Eric pulled the chainsaw out from her shoulder, and he still revved it.
"Shame… that was the beauty that I killed… not the beast… but no matter. Who's next in line?" Eric said conversationally, his white coat now soaked and dripping with blood and his eyes now consumed by the blood red glow of Runners. Sweetie Belle, who was now covered in blood and still clutching her sister's corpse, now looked back at Eric with horror. He raised the chainsaw over Sweetie Belle, ready and willing to add another body to his list.
Rainbow Dash, thinking quickly, picked up a can of paint from a shelf and kicked it hard it at Eric. It scored a direct hit on his head, and he fell over. He dropped the chainsaw onto the ground, and he landed next to it. The chainsaw continued revving in place, until the engine died out. The only noise in the shed now was the slow dripping of blood from the chainsaw and the silent cries of Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and Applejack.
They rushed to Eric, finding him unconscious, but alive. He was bleeding from his nose, and they knew that the can must have struck him hard. They sighed in a mix of relief and horror, wondering what to think about how he just murdered Big Macintosh and Rarity. Derpy rushed the fillies out of the shed, silently sobbing as they did.
Draco stepped inside, now free of his shackles. He saw the corpses of Big Macintosh and Rarity, and turned to Rainbow. "What… happened?" Draco asked in horror.
Rainbow didn't respond at first, and then pointed to the corpse of Rarity and the already swarmed-with-flies gore pile that was once Big Macintosh, and still stood next to Eric, wondering what to do about him. "Four of us left… if he had been killed by that blow… and even then... he was bitten..." Rainbow didn't finish as Draco interrupted her.
Draco turned on her angrily. "No… there's nine of us left! Me, you, Derpy, Scootaloo, Dinky, Applejack, Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and that fucking psycho! Don't you say that we aren't trying to stay alive as well!" Draco said angrily. He pulled a cigar from one of his pockets in his armor, and lit it using his flame.
Rainbow kicked the ground, and spoke again. "So we have to find that cure soon… otherwise there is no coming back, right?" she asked sadly.
Draco nodded grimly. He used the hoof-cuffs to cuff Eric, who had still been lying on the ground. "God, every pony's going insane. He's going to stay locked up, and whatever you do, do not release him." He placed the keys in his holster, and turned to Rainbow Dash. "You still got that Flameshot from the armory?" Draco asked.
"Yeah… why?" Rainbow asked confusedly.
Draco walked up to the shotgun that lay on the ground since Applejack shot herself. He picked it up, and walked up to Applejack, who was now sobbing along with Applebloom. "Applejack, where are the shells to the gun?" Draco asked her.
She looked up at him with sad eyes, and turned away from him. She answered him slowly. "They're… in the cottage… in the cabinet above the sink…" she explained, and continued sobbing.
Draco nodded, and picked up the chainsaw from the ground, and brought it with him into the cottage. He entered, and Derpy and the two remaining foals stared at him as he did. He walked into the kitchen, and opened the cabinet above the sink.
He found the case of 12-gauge ammunition, and placed them into a holster on his armor. He placed the chainsaw on the table, and pulled out the shotgun from his back. He pulled his combat knife, and heated it up to the point where it shone a bright orange red. He then began to saw the shotgun's barrel, and since the blade was heated, it didn't take as long as it would have. He then began to saw the gun's butt off as well, and after finishing, obtained his result. Boomstick… This... is my Boomstick! Draco thought to himself, and he carved the word onto the shotgun's barrel. He holstered the weapon where his pistol once was, and proceeded with the chainsaw.
He stripped the chainsaw of its unnecessary components, including the outer shell and top handle. The removal of the components made the chainsaw possible to be equipped in one hand, which Draco did so. He held it in his right hand, and was now armed and dangerous. What's one word to describe how badass this is? Before he left the cottage, he picked up the Walkman on the kitchen table, and took it with him.
He stepped outside the cottage, and approached Rainbow. "You have to stay here. Watch that kid well... if he was bitten, then he's no doubt one of us already. I'm heading into town and facing the Shamblers. Whatever you do, don't follow me. I need you… safe…" He turned away, wondering if he should speak what was really on his mind. He looked down, and decided not to, sighing in disappointment as he did.
Rainbow tried to stop him, and he turned to her. "Draco, you don't have to do this. Stay here, where it's safe," Rainbow pleaded.
Draco shook his head slowly. "You all need to be safe from these deadheads, and I intend to make sure you do. I… I… I just can't explain it," Draco said in disappointment, and he turned away from her with regret. She looked back at him with sadness in her eyes. "Goodbye... Rainbow."
He walked away towards Ponyville, and looked to the town as he did. "Guess who's back in business?" he said to himself, heading slowly towards Ponyville with the intention of clearing it of every last Shambler and Runner inside.
...
He entered the town, and noticed that there were almost twice as many undead ponies than there were before. He walked amongst them, and they ignored him, considering he was undead himself. A Runner then approached him slowly, and looked him up and down. This Runner, the charred pony, was the same one that had turned on Leon just earlier, and his tongue was hanging low and swinging back and forth. "I know dead… when I see it! And you… aren't… dead!" the Runner said. He recognized Draco immediately as the one who burned off much of his body, and he smiled in joy as he would now obtain revenge. Draco then smirked, and approached the Runner slowly, drawing out the Boomstick.
"I think I've seen you before, but you're face seems to be broken." Draco said smugly.
The Runner glared at him, and roared loudly in fury. It got the attention of every Shambler and Runner in the square, and they all turned to the Runner who roared. The Runner then turned to Draco, and stated quietly, "Remember… me? If not, you may just call me… Wesker!"
"I don't know a Wesker," Draco said bluntly.
Wesker then pointed to Draco, and a group of thirty Shamblers surged towards him. He smiled, and he revved up his chainsaw with his right hand, and wielded the Boomstick with his left hand.
Draco turned to the Barrier, and he nodded. "I understand this fourth wall shit… I finally got it down." He then turned to the oncoming undead, and yelled out, "Come get some!"