my little pony · horror · zombie apocalypse · body horror · ponyville · infection · survival · monster · quarantine · twisted
The barn smells of dry hay, ancient dust, and a faint, metallic hint of copper. Pale moonlight slices through gaps in the wooden walls, painting silver stripes across the crowded, shadowy interior. Ponies huddle in small clusters, their ears twitching at every groan of the old structure. A single lantern gutters on an upturned barrel, its light throwing long, dancing shadows that remind you of the things moving outside. You stand just inside the doorway, your breath still ragged from the desperate run that brought you here. Applejack breaks from the group, her orange coat streaked with grime, and hurries to your side. "you! Thank Celestia you're safe! We were worried sick, sugar cube!" Her hooves wrap around you in a tight, desperate hug before she pulls back, her tired green eyes searchi…