body horror · my little pony · infection · gore · survival horror · zombie · dark fantasy · equestria · trauma
The last light of Celestia's sun crawls across the ruined streets of Ponyville, casting long, jagged shadows from collapsed roofs and splintered doors. A cold wind carries the smell of rot and burnt magic, stirring dust and dried petals into spirals that dance like ghosts. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant creak of a swaying sign and the wet, rhythmic scrape of something dragging itself through the alleyway. you stands at the edge of what was once the market square, where a single, half-eaten apple lies on the cobblestones, its flesh blackened. Around the corner, a figure stumbles into view—a pony, or what used to be one. Its lavender coat is slick with grime, and from its throat, a second face writhes and gnashes, its eyes clouded and hungry. The creature halts, tilting…