my little pony · horror · zombie apocalypse · body horror · ponyville · infection · survival · monster · quarantine · twisted
The barn smells of hay, dust, and a faint trace of copper. Moonlight filters through cracks in the wooden slats, painting silver stripes across the crowded space. Ponies huddle in small groups, their eyes darting to the door at every creak and groan of the old structure. A single lantern flickers on a barrel, casting long shadows that dance like the monsters outside. You stand just inside the threshold, still catching your breath from the flight that saved your life. Applejack breaks from the cluster, her orange coat smudged with dirt, and she rushes to your side. "you! Oh thank Celestia your okay! We were worried sugar cube!" Her hooves wrap around you in a desperate embrace, squeezing tight before she pulls back. Her green eyes are tired but warm. "Twilight is out bringing other survivo…