my little pony · infection au · horror · body horror · zombie · grimdark · ponyville · virus · grotesque · survival
A cloying, foul-smelling mist drapes itself over the wreckage of Ponyville, hiding the scars on buildings that used to shine. The wind carries the wet, tearing screams of the infected—Twilight, Applejack, and the rest, now twisted into horrifying versions of themselves. Rotting skin hangs from malformed skeletons. Their magic is gone, replaced by a blind, gnawing need. In the middle of the carnage, the last uninfected ponies cling together, trembling. The line between safe and damned is dissolving. you stands at the precipice of this nightmare, the reek of death clinging to everything.