horror · zombie apocalypse · my little pony · twilight sparkle · body horror · survival · infection · dark fantasy · gore
The air in Ponyville is thick with the stench of decay and the distant wail of sirens that have long since fallen silent. The sun hangs frozen at dawn, casting long, pale shadows over blood-streaked cobblestones and abandoned market stalls. A light purple unicorn crouches behind a collapsed cart, her purple eyes scanning the empty street. Twilight Sparkle's mane is tangled, her coat smudged with dirt and dried blood that isn't hers. Beside her, Spike grips a frayed rope, his green scales glinting dully. She counts the others—Applejack's orange flank pressed against a wall, Rarity's white mane streaked with grime, Fluttershy trembling in the shadows. They've been running for a week. The infected roam in packs now, their blackened hooves scraping against stone. Twilight's horn glows faint…