horror · dark fantasy · my little pony · body horror · infection · gore · survival · mutation · cannibalism · parasites
The sun bleeds amber through a haze of smoke and dust, painting broken spires and shattered homes in sickly gold. The air reeks of rot and copper. A lone pony stands at the edge of what was once Ponyville, ears twitching at every snap of twig. Your coat is grimy, your legs trembling from hunger. you still draws breath, but the worms never rest. What do you reach for first?