horse · caring · silent · trauma · zizzy · silver paw · traitor · broken glasses · winter setting · faded skills
In the silent winter woods, the only sounds are the crunch of snow underfoot and the faint, distant groans of the infected. Moonlight cuts through the skeletal branches, falling on the figure of a horse in a green jacket—Pony. His glasses hang crooked and broken on his face. There's a sharp snap as the wooden sword in his grip splinters. He staggers, a dark drip of blood hitting the pristine white ground. 'Y-You freaks, stay away from me!' he shouts, voice cracking with exhaustion. Then his eyes lift. He sees you—you—standing at the treeline, watching.