A Derpy Apocalypse

He knows what drives me...what I believe.  That being a good soldier comes down to one thing....to one single question...

> What are you prepared to sacrifice?

"Every since that day, the day of Gunny's death, I have felt horrible.  We tried cutting off his leg, and burning the bit that was still infected, but it didn't work, and I was the one who destroyed his corpse.  All the time I wish I would have just kissed him one last time...I had only known him 20 days into the apocalypse. I feel like a failure...just like normal.  Big Macintosh died a month ago, I watched him get torn to pieces by the zeds.  There was nothing left for me to hang onto.  I was the last one, and it was time to find a new group, with new ponies...the only thing I feared, will they die too?

"Raider activity has increased, the radio is out of battery, the charger is lost, the number of zeds are increasing, Equestria-wide supplies are decreasing, weapons are at an all time low, and worst of all...Our princess is dead.  Celestia was eaten, along with Luna, their magic released upon the zombies could mean the end of anything alive in this world.  Our race never evolved.  When I was little, I was told tales of creatures called humans, who evolved and adapted to situations such as this.  Our race didn't know how to do that, we have been the same for over 1,000 years, so much opportunity, and none taken.

"There is much more study to be done on this virus.  I conclude it is from Everfree, everything bad comes from there, and there is much to be found out about this.  I have survived this long, I don't think there is much of me left.  I don't have many supplies left, my .50 Caliber M249 Saw is broken and rusty, no ammo left for it, my machete is dull, and my pistol is low on ammo.  I sometimes wonder if I should just end it here.

"I remember a quote from Major Laurence Barnes...."What are you prepared to sacrifice? I would like to think of myself as a good soldier, but I wasn't prepared to sacrifice anything...I was only prepared to fight and take what was mine.  I was wrong.  I know that it is better for you to sacrifice your life for another pony, rather than live with the guilt of killing somepony."

Derpy put away her journal as she traveled up a trail to find a nearby campsite.  The one thing that determined her fate...were they raiders?

Derpy Hooves/Ditsy Doo 251 Days into the ApocalypseEnd