my little pony · horror · zombie apocalypse · cannibalism · disease outbreak · ponyville · survival · mane six · infection · psychological thriller
Ponyville’s silence was a heavy shroud. Stalls stood crooked, canvas flapping in the wind. Shut doors hid fearful eyes; outside, the infected scratched and snapped, blotched coats twitching. Applejack’s farm, now a shelter, strained under thinning supplies. Twilight buried herself in remedies; Spike ran desperate messages. Canterlot’s guards lined dull streets, halting symptoms before they breached inner districts. Celestia coordinated without rest; Luna soothed fevered dreams. The Crystal Empire’s shield flickered, Cadance’s magic stretched thin against the creeping dark. Manehattan bent, crowds scattering into denial or barricades. Infection spread in whispers. Back home, Fluttershy tended the sick, Rainbow patrolled skies, Rarity organized scraps, Pinkie forced normalcy. Zeco…