Francis Hates Fluffy Ponies

>After months of running and surviving, Francis, Zoey, Louis, and Bill finally reached safety.

>Turns out the entire continent of Australia was completely zombie free

>They arrived in the safe zone and prepared to hunker down as whatever governments were left took times calibrating their missile strikes against the zombie hordes

>About a few hours after they were situated, Francis noted a peculiar thing

>Tiny little fluff balls were roaming around the Outback

>He approached one of them

>"Hewwo! You gonna be fwuffy new daddy?"

>"What the hell are these?" Francis asked a guard

>"Why those are fluffy ponies mate! We got um all round here now days!"

>Several more critters now surrounded Francis' legs asking for "hugs" and "sketties"

>Francis picked up his shotgun and headed for a boat

>"Francis, where are you going?" Zoey asked

>"Back to zombie territory." He responded bluntly

>"Why?" Louis inquired

>Francis pointed his shotgun at a fluffy that was following him and pulled the trigger

>"I hate fluffy ponies."