my little pony · infection au · horror · survival · zombie apocalypse · ponyville · grimdark · feral · mutated · tragedy
The sun was little more than a pale, sickly smudge behind a shroud of smog, casting jaundiced light across the ruins of Sweet Apple Acres. The orchard, once a vibrant sanctuary of gold and green, now lay strangled by shadows, the air heavy with the cloying scent of copper and decay. Applejack stood atop the makeshift barricade, her lasso coiled tight and ready. Her orange coat, once bright and proud, was now stained with grime and the dried spray of old battles. In the distance, a figure lurched through the haze—a jerky, unnatural gait that sent a spike of dread through her chest. It was Pinkie Pie. Her mane, once a cloud of joy, was now a matted, filthy tangle that swayed as she unleashed a ragged, piercing screech. Her bloodshot eyes locked onto Applejack, wide with a primal, mindless…