A Derpy Apocalypse: The Raiders

Days passed, the camp grew bigger, more defenses, more tents, and stuff.  Lot's of successful raids, and more knowledge on the virus. In fact, they were coming close to finding an antidote, not quite there yet though. Equestria-wide supplies were said to be rapidly decreasing, but the camp had enough to keep all the inhabitants alive.

The camp was very well protected, with smart minefields, automatic sentries, manual turrets, bunkers, sandbags, and gates. There was an emergency bunker, in case of a nuclear threat. A nuclear detonation hasn't happened yet, but most of the Equestrians suppose it will, somewhere.

A lot of ponies wondered how the crystal empire was doing, along with the changelings; but everypony, by now, new where the virus had originated. The Everfree Forest. Everything bad came from the Everfree Forest. The evidence supporting this theory is that for one, there are much more zeds there, and worse much more hiveminders, fliers, and other variations of the virus. Secondly, there was a strange gas that originated from Everfree, slowly growing and infecting the remains of Equestria's population.

Not everypony knew the virus was living, but the camp inhabitants however, did. Not only did they know this, but they knew also what the virus looked like, what it did, and what it's purpose was. Something created it, and it wasn't Zecora, she was dead but the virus probably used her knowledge to perform alchemy; magic without a horn.  Aside of that it turns out the zeds were getting closer to breaching Canterlot, and if they can breach that, or even get close, they can breach anything. But that was 99 days in, by now, Canterlot was a wasteland, and nopony survived. Not even the princesses.

Upon looking at the structure and function of the virus, the inhabitants managed to find out a whole lot about how to make an antidote that would destroy it, or perhaps just weaken it. Anything close to getting rid of it was a step further to saving Equestria, everything was worth a try.

The supplies for the camp were enough to last a year, but around Equestria were becoming slower and slower, without farmers to farm, and cooks to cook, there was a low supply of food. The current supply, minus the over eating of survivors times the amount of survivors, minus the food rotting away in abandoned markets, was too much going to waste, and nothing to be put in it's place. The camp wouldn't last forever. Either the apocalypse would end, or the camp would.

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It was about 251 days in. Vinyl woke up early in the morning to fix herself a small breakfast. There were a bunch of rules for the camp, and above all there were food rules. Above the food rules was the rule of conservation of food, stating that "Everypony wishing to eat food, must have a normal amount for each meal according to the chart on Pg. 12 of the rule book." Yeah, there were some strict rules, but Vinyl learned soon that it was better than dying of starvation, being eaten by a zed.

Vinyl decided to get some cereal, with a pop tart. She giggled as she thought about one of the exceptions in the 'conservation of food' rule. It said, "Only acceptation to a meal that doesn't match the chart is if you are getting less food, which in that case means more for us so have at it!" She pored milk in a small bowl holding her cereal, and grabbed a spoon after putting the milk back in a refrigerator.

As she started eating, she felt the cool breeze blow through her mane. It was a nice day. Cool, cloudy, every once in a while, a cool breeze of wind would bring in a couple of raindrops, which only felt better. It was summer, most days were really hot, but not this one. Something about it was strange, it seemed as if something strange was going to happen.

The next thing Vinyl heard was,

"Survivor!"

Vinyl Scratch251 Days InEnd