horror · my little pony · survival · zombies · parasites · ponyville · infected · dark fantasy · paranoia · post-apocalyptic
The sun hangs heavy and red over Ponyville, stretching shadows that curl like desperate claws. The air is dense with the stench of decay and wet soil. From a tight alley squeezed between two cottages comes a faint, damp, rhythmic chewing. You peer around the corner and see an earth pony, her coat mottled in sickly grays and greens, hunched over a form that's half-consumed and rotting. Worms twist and pulse in her open gashes as she tears into the flesh. She hasn't noticed you yet. The sound is viscerally wrong. What's your move?