Draco was now holding the revving chainsaw in his right hand, and the Boomstick in his left. He raised the Boomstick and fired into the oncoming crowd of Shamblers, sending down two of them. He holstered the Boomstick, and pulled out the Walkman, and turned it on. It began to play "Down With the Sickness" loudly, and he smiled widely at the song that played. He raised his chainsaw with his right hand, charged towards the Shamblers, and began sawing many Shamblers in two. He slashed back and forth, sending blood and gore flying everywhere, much of it landing on him. He didn't mind, and he continued to saw at the Shamblers, creating a bloodbath in mere seconds.
The horde of thirty Shamblers was reduced to nothing more than a pile of organs, a large pool of blood, and the rotting remains of corpses now buzzing with flies in ten seconds flat. Draco turned to Wesker, and smiled. "I'm sorry… was that it? Because… I could've sworn that these walking shit stains would have put up more of a fight," Draco said cockily. Wesker stood calm, and he sent a wave of twenty more Shamblers and ten Runners.
Draco reloaded his Boomstick, and he aimed to the crowd. Rather than fire at the crowd, he put the Boomstick away, and breathed fire onto the Runners. They caught on fire, but continued advancing towards Draco. Draco revved up his chainsaw again, and thrust it into the closest Runner. It stuck completely through the Runner, and Draco held the Runner in position while he pulled out his combat knife. He stopped his chainsaw, using the Runner as a meat shield, while he approached the other Runners with his combat knife. Two Runners came up, and he slashed the knife across one Runner's eyes, spilling them out. He then thrust the knife into the other Runner's forehead, where it fell over dead.
Draco pulled out the Boomstick, and aimed it towards two more Runners that charged at him. He fired the shells into both of their craniums, causing them to burst out and send blood flying into the air and showering onto the ground. He then revved up his chainsaw again, and the Runner he used as a meat shield was now severed in half as he pulled the chainsaw up through the Runner. It split in half, and he readied himself to mutilate the other five Runners. He raised his motorized blade to them, and charged. He decapitated one's head clean off its neck, bisected one in half vertically, bisected one in half horizontally, thrust the motorized blade into one's head, and for the final Runner, used his wings to grasp its head and used a powerful kick to the head to send it flying away, draining blood as it did. "It's good!" Draco yelled out excitedly, as he turned back to the bloodbath behind him.
The Shamblers drudged onwards towards Draco, and Draco acted quickly. He ran back to the Runner corpses scattered about, and pulled out his combat knife from one of them. He then headed towards an overturned cart, and found an oven in it. He used his chainsaw to open it, and he pulled it apart. After a few seconds he found what he was looking for; the gas canister. He pulled it out, opened it, turned a dial, and heard hissing coming from the container. He threw it at the oncoming Shamblers, and quickly shot a fireball at the container. It reacted quickly, sending out light in all directions. The explosion was amazing, a mixture of smoke and fire billowing from the origin, and after a few seconds, rained charred limbs from the sky. Draco laughed heartily, and turned to the Barrier. "Who doesn't love a rainy day?"
He looked to Wesker, and Wesker glared a cold stare at Draco. He then walked away, but not before sending a group of flying undead marauders at him, chasing after Draco. Draco lowered his ears, and stood staring in surprise at the flying undead. "Oh, come the fuck on! Flying ones now!? What is the deal with these things!?" He knew when to give up, and now was the right time. He turned and ran away from the group as quickly as he could, shutting off the Walkman as he did.
He ran through the empty streets of Ponyville, with the constant roar of the flying beasts behind him following. He turned a corner into an alley with a dead end, and his spirit dropped. "Son of a bitch…" he said as he ran to the far end of the alley, waiting for them to show up. They did so, and began flying into the alley.
If I'm going down, I'm going down fighting! He was about to rev up his chainsaw, when out of nowhere something pulled him onto the ground, and dragged him along the ground and into a sewage hole of some sort. He fell into the hole, and landed hard onto the cold, wet ground inside the sewer. He looked up, and saw the hole he entered through quickly covered. He turned around quickly, and he felt a hoof placed just above his snout. "Shush…" a voice said quietly.
He followed without hesitation, and heard the flying marauders flapping their wings over the sewer grate. After a while, the winged beasts eventually passed over the grate, and Draco sighed in relief. He turned back to the sewer, and saw the pony that advised him to quiet down. Draco couldn't believe is eyes; he saw standing in front of him Umbreus, a Changeling and pony hybrid who helped Leon years ago against Chrysalis. Since Leon's death, Umbreus had joined the Arcanes, the elite military of Caelum, as a covert ops specialist, and wasn't heard from for three years. This was evidenced by the combat armor Umbreus was wearing; a pitch black stealth suit with body armor sewed underneath.
"Umbreus? What are you doing here in Ponyville? Shouldn't you be in Caelum with the Arcanes?" Draco asked amazedly.
"No… I was stationed here about a few weeks ago. Besides, I enjoyed it here… well, before it all went to hell." Umbreus stopped as he saw Draco's combat armor. "You son of a bitch! You never told me you were in Canterlot's Royal Guard."
Draco looked at his armor. "I'm not. I geared up from their armory, but I thought the armor was pretty bad ass anyways. What's the deal with yours?" Draco asked.
Umbreus looked at his own suit of combat armor. "It's a heavily modified stealth suit from Philanthropy. The Arcanes added titanium plates embedded within the actual suit, and with both of those combined, this suit is maneuverable, durable, and stealthy. It worked wonders on my operations. So, are you the only one left above ground, or are the Searchers gathered somewhere?"
"I'm not alone in the wastes. The others are at Fluttershy's cottage, and I came back here to clear the town of every last Runner. What's the deal as to why you're down here?" Draco asked.
"Some other survivors and I took refuge here. Surprisingly, a sewer is safe from the undead outside." Umbreus turned back, and urged Draco to follow him. Draco did so, and Umbreus led him through the sewers. Draco was disgusted by the smell of the underground maze, and how disgustingly warm and soft the ground turned as they made their way through the sewer, knowing it could only be one thing. He then stopped at a corner, and lifted a hatch, which they both entered. Draco looked around, and saw three other ponies inside the room.
Draco recognized all of them. One of the ponies there was Lyra Heartstrings, who had with her a hatchet holstered at her side, bloodstained. Draco recognized Cheerilee as well, tired and weary, with a baseball bat strapped to her back. The last member of the small group Draco saw was Mayor Mare, who had strapped to her back a cleaver. All three of them were completely out of spirit and energy, and the two walked over to them.
"You guys, Draco here just put a large dent in the undead population. Let's make him feel welcome at HQ," Umbreus said. The other ponies greeted him, and he greeted them back. He pulled out a cigar from one of his holsters, and lit it using his flame.
"So… this place is secure, you said?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, it is. The only entrances to the safe room are the one we came through and the one that leads to the Hoofer Dam just outside of town. Why do you ask?" Umbreus questioned.
"I know this may be asking too much of you, but I need to bring in our group from the cottage. We need to get them out of there and into a safer outpost. We'll bring in food for all of you… we have plenty of it at the cottage," Draco said.
"Honestly, if you can just get all of them down here safely, then it's no problem. It's even better if you bring food down here too… we're almost out. But we'll have to exit through the dam. There's too many… what did you call them earlier?"
"Runners… those things sprinting outside were Runners. The slow moving ones are Shamblers, and those flying ones… huh… I don't know… I think I'll call them Predators," Draco explained.
"Right… we'll have to exit through the dam, and from there head along the river towards the cottage. Then we head back through the dam down here. How many of you are there?" Umbreus asked.
Draco thought about whether to tell Umbreus whether there were five left alive or nine ponies in total. "Well, there are five of us alive… and four of us… restrained," Draco said slowly.
"What do you mean by restrained?" Umbreus asked doubtfully.
Draco hesitated before he answered. "They're… infected. But as long as they eat chickenfeed, they'll be all right." Draco had covered up the bite mark on his neck with a skull face cover the combat armor provided.
"If they eat chickenfeed, then we should be all right. Is there a way to restrain them as a backup plan?" Umbreus asked.
"Yeah, there is. Chains and hoof-cuffs will keep them at bay, but as long as they're not hungry, they'll remain calm. Can it be done?" Draco asked.
"They'll have to be placed in the other safe room, but I'll get them in here somehow," Umbreus stated.
Draco smiled and laughed a bit. "Umbreus, you don't know how happy I am to hear you say that!" Draco exclaimed happily.
Umbreus nodded, and went over to a nearby crate. He opened it, and pulled out a katana of some sort inside a sheath, which he strapped to his midsection. "Follow me closely. When we arrive at the Hoofer Dam, the gates will need to be drained in order to power the generators down here, prevent it from breaking down, and flooding the entire town. When the gates do drain, we'll then head along the river to Fluttershy's cottage. When we head back here, we'll have to be quick. Nighttime is bound to hit soon, and I don't wanna be out there when it does, OK?" Umbreus explained.
"Yeah, I gotcha." Draco then snickered a bit. "I thought you liked hiding in the dark, Umbreus."
"Yeah, that's when things didn't go bump in the fucking night. Let's head out now," Umbreus said. He informed the others that he was heading out, and they nodded in conception. Umbreus then led Draco trough the safe room and through more corridors, before they reached a large metal door. Umbreus pushed a button on the wall, and the door lowered with a hissing noise, revealing yet more corridors. They stepped out, and shut the metal door back up.
"What the fuck's with all the maze-like hallways?" Draco asked.
"I honestly have no clue. But I memorized all of them, and I know my way around the passage," Umbreus responded. They turned right, and continued until they reached another metal door. They opened it yet again, and it lowered to reveal a control room of some sort filled with monitors, consoles, and switches and buttons undoubtedly for the dam.
Umbreus went up to one of the consoles, and used his horn's magic to turn dials, lower switches, and finally pull a lever. The monitors in the room now showed three of the dam's gates being lowered a bit, and much water released further into the river. Since the monitors played no sound, the two were unaware how loudly the water surged out of the dam, and many Shamblers near the river took notice of this. They began to lurch towards the dam slowly, and created a large horde in mere moments.
Umbreus then raised the gates using the console, and he went over to a door on the other side of the room. "All right, let's start heading out," Umbreus said, and he motioned for Draco to follow him. Umbreus opened the door, and they stepped outside into the afternoon sun. They looked around, and saw no Shamblers or Runners in sight. They both moved quickly along the river, and began to head back to Fluttershy's cottage, not knowing of the impending danger slowly heading towards the dam.