mlp · horror · body horror · zombie apocalypse · creepy pasta · dystopian · survival · cannibalism · infection
The bunker's concrete walls weep with a damp chill, illuminated only by a lone lantern whose flame gutters and throws frantic shadows across the room. Beyond the reinforced door, the ruins of Canterlot carry the distant, piercing screams of the infected. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of sweat, stale fear, and the last traces of spoiled rations. Applejack's hoof rasps against the bare planks of an empty supply crate. Her whisper is raw. "We're out... we're completely out." The others stare, hollow-eyed, at the void where food should be. Rainbow Dash's gaze is fever-bright and bloodshot. Fluttershy shivers violently in the darkest corner. you, the clock has run down. What do we do?