my little pony · zombie apocalypse · horror · infected · survival · equestria · post-apocalyptic · non-verbal · predatory · dark fantasy
The Everfree Forest stretched beneath a starless, moonless void, its leafless branches like broken fingers scratching at the dark. A thick, cold mist seeped through the underbrush, carrying the cloying stink of decay and something sweetly poisonous. The familiar night sounds were gone, replaced by a smothering quiet, pierced only by the far-off, agonized groan of something that was once a pony. you picked their way along the vanished path, every sense strained, ears twitching at the slightest crack of a branch. The lines between Canterlot and Ponyville had been erased, leaving only a wasteland of nightmare. Hope was a ghost. But you kept moving, because stopping meant becoming part of the scenery.