No there aren't a bunch of larpers, the horde is a term for the standard zomponies, you know, missing skin, slow, eat other ponies, smell like curry night at a rubbish tip. The usual. These while the most common, are pretty simple to deal with, aim for the head, decapitation, bisection, club, cricket bat, propane tank followed by shooting it (my personal favourite), electrocution, fire, high falls, the list goes on but the main thing is don't be overwhelmed, and aim for the head......woodchippers and meatgrinders!!! Those are f**king brilliant.
These are what happens to some earth ponies, and thankfully only some. It seems certain earth ponies who focused on physical labour, after being bit,they go into hibernation, where for a few days there skin dies and swells up and underneath there muscles increase as there bodies metabolism speeds up for there hibernation removing any fat on there bodies, the result is a skinless muscular being that is basically a trotting freight train with the hulk smash mentality.
These things charge at anything that moves and isn't rotting, but there are easy as heck to trick into running in, on or off things, and setting them on fire does the deed nicely, they are easily spotted by the fact the exposed muscle lures flies to nest meaning there are followed by a swarm at all times.
Urgh these things freak me out, but they have to be noted. Apon turning the ponies who become loopys seek out dimly lit areas and begin to grow gigantic pink pustules all over there body. What happens after that, I have no idea but the end result is sickening. The result is tall lanky ponies with there legs almost three times as before due to the muscle out growing the skin, and constantly oozing pink sticky pus. The reason I call them loopys is because they always make this goofy sounding laugh, which is frankly creepy. They only come out at night in groups of 4 to 5 bopping along at a slow pace because of there bandy legs, they also use the pus to catch survivors, because it coats there legs and when catch somepony the pus gags them then they wrap them up in there front legs and drag them back to there hideaways to feed. Luckily they are severely allergic to sunlight,which causes the pus to vaporise and there flesh to roast, ending them quickly and mercilessly.
The fate of a select few pegasi thank celestia, is becoming a scarecrow. The process is quite something, as they lose all there fat and muscle, becoming thin, gaunt and literally nothing except skin or bones and they gnaw off there lips, giving them a avian appearance. Ironically they Can't fly (THANK F**K!!) But they can glide, and are very nimble when chasing something, apart from that they stand on top of a building almost never moving apart from the odd giveaway twitch till they see prey. The best thing is how dumb they are, howling when charging and always going straight for the target, and given how weak they are you could punch off there head mid charge and there body would flop down uselessly.
One of the more strange undead, drones are unicorn undead with perhaps the most strange characteristics, first the eyes tongue ears and hair fall out giving them a shaven appearance, then there horns split all the way to the skull. The other thing is they trot a path everyday over and over again, at a rather brisk pace, and only react when they bump into something, where they stop, the horn opens and if its another undead they go around it the horn closes and they continue until they bump into something again. If something living is nearby when its horn opens then its true horrific power is revealed as they drain energy, leaving there victim unable to move as the trot on, leaving them to the other undead.perhaps the hardest to deal with, you have to remove the head and crush it in quick succession.
Another unicorn undead, and perhaps the strongest, is the elemental.
To become one is tricky as they are formed from a unicorn attempting a powerful spell before being bitten, and as they are bitten the magical feedback destroys there body save for the head and spine, but then there magic goes haywire, grabbing anything nearby and using it to form a body held together with telekinesis. Completely enraged they destroy whatever is around then disassemble. If you happen across a severed head looking rather peaceful with boulders, water, fire, or anything nearby your better off leaving it alone.
Batpony undead that make the night a literal hellscape. They roost during the day, but at night they fly high above the streets.they have eyelids fused shut, gigantic ears, long twisty tails, and there legs are sharpened bone spikes. They seem very lazy till they hear some thing that sounds like food they dive down hoove spike first, screaming till the impact. After the impact they carry the impaled victim to there roost and hang off there tails and feed. Best advice, avoid the night!
Yak migrants that have literal short fuses. After being bitten there stomachs grow and engulf everything else then begin fermenting the organs, waste, and bones till they are full to the point of bursting at which point a small opening appears on there back resembling a blowhole that gives off a repulsive odour. There method of attack is to stumble towards there target then via unknown methods detonate in a methane fuelled bomb blast! They are amazing at taking out hoards, but don't get to close, otherwise the last thing you'll hear is a garbled YAK SMASH!!.
The griffon undead makes most pony undead look tame. The undead griffons lose there wingfeathers altogether and gain bony sharpened limbs, and there talons become incrusted in bone and gore likewise with there beaks. One of three high functioning undead they see living as trophy's and go out of there way to collect unique trophies, from rare colored pelts to unique cutie marks, they take what they want and use the rest as food. They make hideouts with a good view, and it consists of a waste area for bones, feces and pellets, a food area with corpses for eating or injured living beings which they call fresh meat, and a trophy area which is a large pile they sleep on, consisting of there trophies. They sometimes wear there trophies, and have been known to rip a still alive pegasus wings of then drape them over there shoulders. They deal with the other high functioning undead usually giving trophies in exchange for fresh meat, or another trophy.
Undead zebra that toil endlessly to perfect there potion. Changing the least they only gain a few rotting spots and luminescent eyes, but mentally they are f**king bonkers. Obsessed with there potion, a cauldron vfull of boiling liquid into which they throw what they think will work. They operate in threes and wear cloaks of pony hide, with the hoods pulled up. To them the living are ingredients they need, and they are willing to do some awful things for ingredients, from surgically dismantling a filly, to pulling a still beating heart out of a stallion. Aside from that there lair is a boiling cauldron around which are rotting corpses stripped of "ingredients" and this is often in a basement of sorts. They conduct nightly supply gatherings where they leave there potion to go and collect anything they percive as ingredients, food, or something useful. They trade with hunter because they often see a hunters trophy collection as the best place to get rare ingredients.
The classiest undead ponies around. Some ponies, often those with great will, power or a destiny instead of turning into a zompony turn into a wight, which is a lot worse. First off they are immortal, they can be killed they just don't age and are very hard to kill. Secondly they look exactly as they did when alive, only paler thinner and with a sudden interest in victrottian clothing. Lastly there tongue gains a barb in it. Personality wise they act very posh, refined, and aristocratic. When a pony becomes a wight they seek out a abode to suit there rich tastes, and if it has ponies in there, then they become a banquet for the new owners of of the house. They still have whatever skills they had in life but, being undead means they can push themselves far more then a regular pony, not to mention a sudden bout of enhanced speed,strength and very durable skin. They emit a type of telepathic control over the lesser undead, from having them move away from them during a spot of shopping, to commanding a horde to deal with some " annoying commoners". They call the living commoners, and treat them with distain, often killing them either because they want something the commoner has, or out of spite. When hunting they call it shopping, as they often find living ponies and swiftly incapacitate them to fill the larder. Occasionally a wight couple might get broody and decide to have children. When they do they steal them from survivor's, and bite them, this turns them half undead, able to eat pony flesh, join there parents on shopping trips but still age, when the right age they either choose to grow up then be made full undead or stay young forever then there parents use there barbed tongue to finish there undead transformation.