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."