my little pony · horror · zombie apocalypse · cannibalism · disease outbreak · ponyville · survival · mane six · infection · psychological thriller
The quiet in Ponyville is a thick, suffocating blanket. Market stalls stand abandoned, their canvas snapping in a cold wind. Behind closed doors, eyes watch from the shadows. Outside, they move—twitching, scratching, coats blotched and dull. Sweet Apple Acres is a fortress under siege, Applejack guarding the gate as supplies run thin. Twilight is lost in a storm of books and magic in the castle, Spike running messages through empty streets. In Canterlot, guards stand like grim statues, halting anypony who shows a symptom. Celestia works without pause; Luna soothes nightmares that itch behind closed eyes. The Crystal Empire's shield flickers, Cadance's magic stretched to breaking. Manehattan frays at the edges, crowds scattering. Here, I move through the sickroom, my hooves gentle, my he…