Pandemic

Dash had never flown so fast in her life. She had dove at greater speeds but this was flying, a much harder task than falling from the sky. She pushed herself to the point of hoarse rasping breaths as she flew along the path away from Ponyville and toward the main road. She figured that at this speed she could make it to the road that led to the Crystal Empire by dusk and, if she flew through the night, she could make it to the cavern before sunrise. She was panicky and shaky as she flew, making it that much harder to keep her balance and altitude. She tried as hard as she could to calm herself but the pictures of her friends kept running through her head nonstop to the point that she was no longer paying attention to flying.

Suddenly, something clipped her left wing. She snapped out of her trance instantly and closed her wings to complete a barrel roll caused by the sudden hit. After regaining her stability she looked back to see what had hit her. She was fairly high from the ground and couldn't quite make out what it was that hit her. It was lying in a lump on the ground and it looked like a sack of potatoes. A bright orange, furry, sack of potatoes.

She banked hard left and dove towards the fallen pony.

It looked as if it had fallen out of the sky whilst flying, being a Pegasus. She rolled the pony over only to find paled over eyes and red-black muck seeping from its mouth.

"HOLY FUCKSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!" Dash screamed as she jumped backwards. The gruesome site was too much for her already annihilated nerves so she turned around and vomited all over the ground. She sank to her knees and continued to wretch for minutes on end as the pony behind her slowly created a radioactive pool of disease beneath it.

When she was finally done, she weakly stood and turned around to take a closer look at the victim. Dash thought that the pony still could've fallen out of the sky while flying, but she wasn't sure. She got closer to try and tell whether the body was still warm and she saw the ponies face again.

Dash froze.

She turned around and wretched again and fell to the ground in a horrible, screeching sob as she realized who the pony was.

Spitfire laid on the ground beside dash in a pool of her own body fluids.

As Dash cried dry tears another thud sounded behind her. She stopped. Slowly, she turned around. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt herself start to wretch again. Another Pegasus, this one unrecognizable from the disease and the impact, was laying slightly behind Spitfire. Dash felt her wretching reflex weakening significantly as she fell to the ground again. She was dehydrated from crying and wretching and was disoriented completely. Another thud came from her right but she was too delusional to tell if it was real or fake, that is, until another thud right beside her and a sharp pain in her left flank confirmed that more bodies were falling. The rate accelerated quickly as Dash struggled to her feat. She looked upward and her eyes widened.

The sky was dark with falling bodies.

Dash felt her adrenaline start to pump as she ran and jumped into flight.

She was beyond panicked and was completely delirious. She flew 3 feet before a falling body managed to knock her down. It took the wind out of her and she was dazed for a moment. she got back up and tried to fly again, only to fall flat on her face as her left wing gave out. She flipped over to inspect her wing as bodies began to pile up around her. It was bent backwards at the joint and a straight part of the wing was no longer straight. It was impossible to fly on it and it would need a splint to heal correctly but the best she could do was to bend the bone back to it's original position as best she could and pass out where she lay.