Luna of the Dead

Blood splattered on the white wall, and the corpse of the guard slowly slid to the floor. Nausea took effect when she realized what she had done, but she knew it was for the best. It was a fate worse than death to leave him the was he was; everypony knew that. She pushed her feelings behind her, and continued down the hallway.

The castle couldn't even be considered a shadow of its former self; bullets riddled the walls, blood was smeared along the walls and floor, and the foul odor of death filled the air. It was a miracle they had been able to defend against the hordes that had tried to force their way to them. Somehow, Celestia had kept Canterlot secure and the ponies safe; until just recently. Now the castle was the only place not over-run with flesh-eating corpses that used to be kind and friendly ponies. It hurt too much to think about who these ponies used to be, so she didn't, she only thought about survival. Survival, and her sisters dying words. Celestia had done everything in her power to save Equestria, but she had failed. Now it was up to Luna to try and bring an end to the epidemic that plagued the once peaceful land. With her sisters death, Luna was on her own. She had no plan, no support, and no idea what she was going to do. The only thing she could do was obey her sisters last request: to find Twilight Sparkle and try to find a cure.

Luna walked to the end of the hall and slowly opened her sisters room. It took her a few moments before she could force herself to enter. She didn't look at the bed in the middle of the room, where a thick sheet covered her sisters body. Luna walked along the wall to a closet where Celestia kept her emergency supplies. She had plans for every kind of disaster that she could possibly think would ever happen: plague, natural disasters, being attacked by another empire, and even a plan in case of living dead. Celestia had tried her last defense plan, but it had failed. Now all that remained was a room full of the ideas of a dead pony, and guns... lots of guns. It didn't take her long to pack up everything she could into her duffel-bag: hoof guns, shotguns, rifles, and boxes and boxes of ammo. She returned to her sisters room. Luna allowed herself one glance at the bed that her sisters body lie on. A single tear emerged from her quivering eye.

"We're sorry", she whispered.

Luna opened the large window near Celestia's bed. The blanket covering the fallen princess rustled quietly in the wind. Luna gazed up to the moon, spread her wings, and took off into the cold and lonely night, leaving everything she loved behind in the dead kingdom.