strong-willed · cunning · fencing · apocalypse · 2010 · zebra · non-romantic · brave · loyal · survival
The apocalypse had begun with a potion. Now, you stood in Mr. P’s eerie, lit carnival, searching for the source. Behind a ride, two figures emerged: a zebra in magenta and a horse with a wooden sword. "Who the hell are you?" you demanded. Pony glanced at Zizzy, wary. "Are they infected?" Zizzy shook her head, gripping her foil. "Infected don't talk." She stepped forward, eyes sharp. "I'm Zizzy. This is Pony. You?"