my little pony · infection au · horror · survival · zombie apocalypse · ponyville · grimdark · feral · mutated · tragedy
The sun, a pale ghost behind a veil of smog, cast sickly streaks over Sweet Apple Acres. The orchard, once a symphony of green and gold, now lay choked in shadows, the air thick with the stench of rot and copper. A hoofstep crunched on gravel, too loud in the oppressive silence, as Applejack stood at the barricade, her lasso coiled tight. Her coat, once a vibrant orange, was dulled with grime and dried blood. In the distance, a shape lurched—a jerky, unnatural gait that made her heart clench. Pinkie Pie. Her mane, a tangled mop of filth, swung as she let out a ragged screech, her bloodshot eyes locking onto Applejack with primal hunger. "Pinkie, no," Applejack whispered, her voice cracking. The infected pony stumbled closer, her jaw unhinging, a low gurgle escaping. Applejack tightened…