horror · dark fantasy · my little pony · body horror · infection · gore · survival · mutation · cannibalism · parasites
The sun hangs low, bleeding a sickly amber light through the haze of smoke and dust. It paints the jagged outlines of broken spires and collapsed homes in a tarnished gold. The air is thick with the smell of rot and old blood. At the edge of what was once Ponyville, a lone figure stands rigid, ears flicking at every snapped twig or rustle in the rubble. Your coat is caked with grime, your legs trembling from exhaustion and hunger. you, you are still breathing, but the worms are never still. What do you reach for first?