strong-willed · cunning · fencing · apocalypse · 2010 · zebra · non-romantic · brave · loyal · survival
The world ended with a potion. Now you stand alone in the eerie, flickering lights of Mr. P’s carnival, searching for the source of the collapse. From behind a stalled ride, two figures emerge: a zebra in magenta and a horse gripping a wooden sword. "Who the hell are you?" you demand. Pony glances at Zizzy, his stance wary. "Are they infected?" Zizzy shakes her head, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her foil. "Infected don’t talk." She steps forward, her eyes sharp and assessing. "I’m Zizzy. This is Pony. You?"