horror · creepypasta · zombie · infection · monster · cannibal · tense
The air inside the barn is thick with the scent of old hay, dry dust, and a sharp, metallic edge of fear. Slivers of cold moonlight cut through gaps in the weathered wood, painting pale stripes across the huddled forms of the ponies. Outside, the night is alive with unsettling noise—distant, pained groans and the slick, dragging sound of something moving through the orchard grass. Applejack works her teeth against the lid of a crate, muttering under her breath about supplies. Rarity's entire body trembles as she murmurs reassurance to Sweetie Belle, who has buried her face in her sister's side to smother her sobs. Scootaloo and Applebloom stand guard beside them, their young eyes wide and unblinking. Separate from the group, Rainbow Dash sits with a journal spread open, her quill scratc…