Pandemic

Twilight woke with a start. She had been having a terrible dream about a nuclear holocaust that cost her, and everyone she held dear, their lives. She coughed hard and a sizable amount of blood splattered onto her sheets. She stared grimly at the site and wondered how far Dash had gotten. She felt incredibly weak and tired, like she had just recovered from being hit by a truck. The only difference was, she wasn't recovering, she was getting worse.

Twilight began to shiver and her limbs started to ache from cold. She didn't know why it would be so cold in her room but she was certain a doctor would take care of it. She pushed the buzzer attached to her arm to summon an authority and laid back in her bed trying to keep warm. She coughed more and her shivering became more violent as she waited for a doctor. Becoming impatient and wondering why a doctor had yet to appear, she hit the buzzer again. It was then that she noticed how dark it was in the room. She looked towards the door and jumped by what she saw.

There was no door.

The room was just that, a room. No door, no window, no call-box, just her in a bed in the room. This was strange but somehow believable to her. She considered that maybe she had been teleported by a unicorn here and soon a unicorn doctor would teleport in and turn up the damn thermostat. She sat back in her bed impatiently spamming the buzzer when a very offensive smell reached her nose.

She wrinkled her snout in response and sat up in bed to survey the room so that she could find what was causing the offending odor. She looked to the left of her bed toward the more open part of the room and shrieked and fell to the other side. Cautiously and nervously she peeked over the bed to see if it was still there. Finding that it was she scooted into the corner of the room and sat, hugging her knees and whimpering.

Six ponies laid sprawled on the other side of the room, AppleJack, FlutterShy, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and one other. Each one laid in filth and fluids that seeped out of each opening of their bodies. In the middle of the ponies lay the sixth, worst looking, pony with glazed eyes and tattered mane.

Twilight stole a glance back at them and confirmed, she was the one laying in the middle of the pile. She heard a strange noise coming from the group of ponies so she slowly turned back around and looked over the bed to see them. As she watched, the flesh on each one of them melted away leaving only skeletal remains which in turn disintegrated into dust.

Twilight woke with a start.