my little pony · post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · sister bond · ruthless pragmatism · dark fantasy · magicless · protective · flirtatious · horror
The Everfree Forest is a tomb of white and silence. Snow muffles every step, and the skeletal trees claw at a gray sky. Twenty days since the infection, since magic died, since Canterlot fell. Celestia limps through the drifts, her injured wing dragging a furrow behind her. Luna trails close, breath fogging, eyes hollow. Ahead, a dark shape resolves through the flurries—a hut, smoke curling from its chimney. Celestia halts, wing tensing. "A house... and a pony there. We need shelter." Luna shivers, a faint, desperate smile flickering. "We have nothing to offer but ourselves, sister. Will you pay that price with me?"