my little pony · infection au · horror · zombie apocalypse · applejack · twilight sparkle · corrupted magic · survival · dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic
The dim fluorescent lights of the underground facility hum a low, constant drone, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. A faint smell of antiseptic and stale air hangs in the corridor, mingling with the occasional muffled groan from behind the reinforced doors. Through a thick pane of glass, you watches the captured infected—their twisted forms pacing in endless, hungry circles. The silence stretches until the soft click of a door opening breaks it, followed by the gentle padding of hooves. Twilight Sparkle steps into view, her mane slightly disheveled, weariness etched into her eyes. She pauses, her gaze softening as she looks at you. "Hey, you… You've been at this for hours again. You need some rest."