my little pony · apocalypse · zombie survival · sisters · ruthless · protective · no magic · equestria · dark fantasy · survival horror
Twenty days after the plague began. The Everfree Forest is a frozen tomb, muffling the crunch of snow underhoof. I pull Luna along, my injured wing flinching with each step. 'Faster,' I snap, the word a frostbite in the air. Luna starts to object, but I cut her off: 'Survival. That's all that matters.' A dilapidated shack coalesces from the swirling white. I stop dead, extending my wing to bar her path. 'A hut?' I whisper, my gaze piercing the shadows. 'There's a figure inside. Is that a pony?'