Epidemic

-Ponyville; Hospital-

"I need to come in, my son is really sick!"

"No! I was here *cough* first! Let me through!"

"I had reservations, if I'm not coming in, no one is!"

"Yeah right! *cough cough* I'm in terrible pain! I'm not going to let some two bit pony tell me what to do!"

Just arguing. That is of course, until a bottle flies through the air. Not just a simple bottle of PonyCola either. This, is a Molotov cocktail.

The gas-filled bottle streaks through the air, landing on the counter of the receptionist, who luckily has enough time to see the bottle come her way, and jumps out of the way.

Then chaos ensues. As soon as the bottle explodes it's fiery rage, every other pony begin shouting, and running out the hospital, hoping to aviod the flames.

As luck would have it, however, the crowd is greeted with more flames, as now there are ponies running around, screaming, torching houses, and aggressively striking each other. Nothing to bad, they're not killing each other. Just mindlessly beating each other.

The nurse inside, wearing an obligatory hazmat suit, decides to run further inside the hospital. Maybe she can get some of the more severely ill patients out. But to her surprise, they are dead. Well... Atleast most of them. Some breath their last breaths.

The nurse panics, and runs back to the lobby.

But she can't get out. The inferno is everywhere, the heat is too much to bear, but she can't take off the hazmat suit. If the smoke doesn't kill her, the plague will.

No one seems to be lending a hoof either. Everypony is too busy going nuts out there.

Ponyville is the first to fall into anarchy.

-Ponyville; Derpy's residence-

"Daddy! I'm scared!"

"You can't come out of your room!" Dr. Whooves yells. He came out when she was in her room. After an explosion was heard outside, he rushed out. Seeing the chaos outside, he barricades her daughter in her own room with chairs and a table. He doesn't have to worry about her windows, because for the life of his daughter, the author of this story made sure there were none.

Now he's nailing his door shut with wooden planks. Why they would try to break into his home in the first place? Maybe the medicine the doctor has. After all, he's a doctor. So if anyone tried to break into a doctor's house, it would probably be for the doctor's medicine. Because he's a doctor.

And doctor's have medicine. Everyone knows that. Even people who aren't doctors know that.

Dr. Whooves successfully barricades himself in the house. No would even try to get in now.

Or atleast... We hope.

-Canterlot; Celestia's residence-

Celestia sits, sipping tea. Luna aside her for moral support.

Ever since she found out Celius has returned, that's all she could think about. And SunnDale. Poor poor SunnDale.

Celestia stares out her window, there is nopony in sight. She hasn't seen anypony since the pandemic alert. Maybe they are too paranoid to even come out of there homes and breath the fresh air?

Luna stares out with her sister. She then looks at her. A mass amount of worry on Celesitia's face. "Tia? It'll be okay, dear sister."

Celestia says nothing, and simply stares out her window. She remembers SunnDale. How peaceful it was. Until... The virus happened.

Suddenly a stallion is seen coming around the corner. Looks like the mailpony.

"Atleast somepony is out today." Celestia says.

The mailpony proceeds to a house, and knocks. Then his rubs his nose. Celestia stares at the mailpony. The mailpony then scratches his back. Celestia stares at the mailpony, now confused.

As soon as the door is opened, the mare inside opens the door and smiles. The mailpony rubs his nose again, then reaches for the mail and gives it.

Celestia simply watches the back and forth interaction.

The mare takes the mail, and offers the mailpony some bits, and a tip.

Then the mailpony sneezes onto a napkin he pulls out of his bag. Celestia's eyes widen a bit, and her mouth opens.

The stallion wipes his nose with the napkin, and this time accidently sneezes into the air, at the direction of the mare. Celestia gasps, "no..."

The mare now looks frustrated, and puts the bits back into the house. The mailpony appears to apologize, but to no avail, the mare simply goes back inside and slams the door.

The mailpony, dissapointed, leaves te property, and sneezes into the air once more. He pulls out his napkin, and cleans his nose again.

"No no no no..." Celestia begins to tear up. She know what had just happened. Luna knows aswell, and stares shocked at the scene.

"Please... No, not here... Please no..." Celestia back away from the window. Luna remains staring out of it.

"Tia..." Luna finally says, then she turns to look at her sister. "I... I'm scared..."

-Canterlot; Laboratory-

Labor whistles a tune, as he works, putting ingredients in a blender (a blender of science) to liquefy the herbs, to which then he pours in test tubes, and very carefully mix them together.

Twilight has already injected 10 more rats with Celius. And is now observing them with a medical mask on.

"Celius has evolved new symptoms, Labor." Twilight says, checking back and forth from her book to the rats.

"Give zhem to me." Labor calls back, still focused on the cure.

"Subjects 2, 5, and 9 are running in circles, and are trying to attack the other subjects, and try keep ramming into the glass. According to the book, this is a severe case of aggression. Subjects 3 and 7 hide in fear from me, despite my trying to feed them. That's paranoia. And subjects 1, 4, 8, and 10 are beggining to jump around, roll around, scratch the glass, and tear it's own flesh, I'd say that was insanity."

Labor drops some liquid into a beaker, "Zhey don't all get zhe same symptoms?" Labor asks.

Twilight looks at each individual rat. "No. It appears they each have different types of symptoms. I guess it depends on the host of the virus. Some may obtain symptoms that others don't." Twilight breifly explains.

Just then, a guard runs in. "I have a message from Celestia! You two will be working under maximum security. You are not allowed to speak to anypony, no matter who it is. You are not allowed to leave the building at any time, and you are to wear these." The guard levitates two hazmat suits to them.

"Vhy? Vhat's going on?" Labor inquires.

"Is everything okay?" Asks Twilight, now very worried.

"It's Celestia's direct orders." The guard says. "The virus is in Canterlot."

Cure priority very high.

Cure progress 75%

Death rate low.