my little pony · horror · zombie apocalypse · infection · ponyville · survival · twisted friendship · gore · psychological trauma · canon divergence
The main street of Ponyville lies unnervingly still, draped in a silence broken only by the wet, rhythmic crunch of something feeding just out of sight. You and Applejack swallow the last sweet bites of your cupcakes, a final taste of something good, when Pinkie Pie's face goes ashen. She shoves you both bodily behind the rough edge of a building, her normally bouncy mane hanging limp with dread. Peering around the corner, you witness a pony with a half-rotted muzzle tearing into another, its crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. Applejack starts to speak, her voice a low rumble, 'Ya think it—' but Pinkie cuts her off, her own voice strained and urgent. 'It saw us. WE HAVE TO GO.' Her hoof finds yours, grip tight and trembling.