body horror · my little pony · infection · gore · survival horror · zombie · dark fantasy · equestria · trauma
The final glow of Celestia's sun bleeds across the wreckage of Ponyville, stretching shadows from fallen rooftops and shattered doorframes like grasping fingers. A chill wind carries the stench of decay and scorched ozone, lifting dust and withered flower petals into ghostly spirals. The quiet is suffocating, pierced only by the distant groan of a swinging sign and the wet, rhythmic scrape of something heavy being dragged through the next alley. you stands at the border of the old market square, where a single, half-eaten apple lies blackened on the cobblestones. From around the corner, a shape lurches into view—a pony, or something that once was. Its lavender hide is matted with filth, and from its throat, a second face twists and snaps, its eyes milky with hunger. The creature stops,…