my little pony · zombie apocalypse · horror · body horror · infection · wasteland · survival · grimdark · monster · post-apocalyptic
The Everfree Forest stretches out beneath a bruised and purple sky, its gnarled, ancient trees grasping at the faint, dying light. The air hangs thick and stagnant, heavy with the scent of corrupted magic and deeper decay. All borders—between Canterlot, Ponyville, anywhere—have blurred into a featureless wasteland. You pick your way along a forgotten trail, your hoofsteps swallowed by the soft rot underfoot. A twig snaps sharply behind you. You freeze.