Chapters “Report #1 - Starting the investigation”
“This is, Derpy Hooves on a special assignment on the Island of Shining Diamonds... I’m investigating animal poaching and shipments of illegal material, not only ruining the balance of the ecosystem here but costing the ponies of Shining Diamonds billions of poached animals and goods stolen here and shipped out of their island. I’ve been told that my life might be in danger as those behind this illegal activities will stop at nothing to protect their... ‘Criminal Enterprise’.
As a precaution i will be leaving a trail of recordings and/or writings wherever I go, so that if there were something happen to me, the truth will still be told...
I’m leaving now to meet with an informant who I believe... can rip the lid off of this investigation...
Notes:
The weather is hot, with a chance of rain this afternoon, ponies especially celebrities are coming to this prestigious island for a vacation... this was the most beautiful Island at the entire land of Equestria, since its famous for its hospitality and kindness of the islanders, on the west is a city known as, Ramby. They say that, that city was dangerous since it holds some juvenile activity going on there every day... there are also tribes living in the far eastern forest, where the poaching was taking place, I might be able to go there now, but I have to meet up with the informant. I am hoping that I can leave early so that I may start this investigation at its full priority...
“Report #2 - Meeting the Informant”
“I’m approaching the location where I am to meet with my informant... I must say, everything seems oddly...quiet, and deserted here... I’m a little concerned that my informant has been exposed.” Derpy sighs. “I hope he’s alright... the door seems to be ajar... Mr. Cloud Walker? Hello, anypony here?”
Derpy opens the door of the house then looks around. She soon sees the entire place covered in blood.
“Oh, my~... Celestia... Holy smokes... There’s uh... there's blood everywhere. I don’t see a body though... Mr. Cloud Walker?”
As soon as Derpy walks to a corner, she was soon tackled by a mare pony.
“Ugh! WHAT THE BUCK?!” Derpy struggles, keeping the enraged pony at bay. “GREAT CELESTIA! SHIT! Ugh! Ugh!”
Derpy ultimately grabs a lamp and smashed it on the pony, at it slumps down the floor she slams the lamp once more, killing it instantly.
“Oh my Celestia... Whoever that was... ugh... I think I just killed her! Bashed her head with a fucking lamp! She was out of her mind! She tried to bite my for Celestia’s sake!” Derpy gasped and wheezed for air, trying to get a hold of herself of what she just experienced. “She must have been... seventy years old!” Derpy looks at the body, saying as what she was seeing in her eyes.
Then she heard a noise on the back of the house... somepony groaning.
“S-somepony else is back there... I gotta...I gotta get out of here...” Derpy whispers to the recording, as she heads out of the house ending the voice recording.
Notes:
In all my years of delivering mails and being an investigative reporter for the past year, I have never... EVER seen something like that! It was...it was insane! Fuck that... what else should I do, let her bite me?! Shit... Well, I’m leaving this damn place and get started on my investigation instead, screw that informant! I don’t need him anyway...
“Report #3 - Chaos in the streets.
Derpy gasp for air, as she rides the cart away from the house... “Whoo.. fuck... uhh... I have to throw away my jacket, uh... there was so much blood on it. Uhh... I would go to the authorities of the island, but uh... yeah, I’m afraid they wouldn’t believe this... that a psychotic seventy year old mare attacks me and forced me to kill her? Phew~”
Suddenly the cart stops because of a traffic jam on the road ahead.
“Uhh... there... there seems to be a traffic accident, uhh... gosh, it is even more chaotic than usual out there today... uhh, uhh. excuse me, driver? Any idea what's going on? I mean, w-why are those ponies~ g-gah, uh.. I got an idea why don’t we- why don’t we turn around, it looks like~”
Before Derpy can even finish her sentence, a pony rams the cart screaming and runs at the opposite direction.
“Oh my Celestia! What the fuck?! I don’t know. We might be in a middle of a terrorist attack here...uhh... Ponies are running in panic, covered...covered in blood!”
As Derpy documents her experience, a bloodies pony walks by and attacks the driver while another goes to the window near Derpy is sitting and starts to break it.
“Oh my stars... Mother of~ Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Notes:
I ended up in the slums, at the City of Ramby... I must say, this place doesn’t lift up to nice factor... In fact, there are a lot of teenage ponies who robs others for their own gain. Even the houses here isn’t safe from a break in, even at day they don’t care if they get see or spotted by police, because they got their hooves full on something else... I took shelter on the slums, trying to piece out what just happened out there... Dear Celestia, what is happening here...
“Report #4 - Hiding in the Slums.
“Okay, is thing on? Testing? Testing?” Derpy starts to document her explorations again. “A few other survivors and I have made it to the city to find food and shelter. We’re holed up in the slums, hiding in a rat-infested building.” Derpy stops for a breather, as hammering sounds echoes through the background.
”We’re trying to fortify it the best we can to keep out…keep out what?” Derpy turns to the pony behind her and asked, but only to be ignored. “
“Keep out... I don’t even know what. It’s like something out of a Tia-damn horror story. It's gotta be some kind of an illness. But I'm not a doctor, I don't know what kind. But what I do know is that ponies appear to die and then they get up, they rise up and… their minds are gone. They attack those who I presume aren’t infected yet and…I know this is going to sound really crazy, but they eat pony flesh.” Derpy then hears moaning and yelling outside the house where she and some other ponies are hiding.
“Did you hear that? They’re massing outside. Shit. They know we’re in here. Ponies need to know what’s happening here. It’s the only reason I’m still recording these fucking messages. So ponies will know what--”
Just then, the barricades didn’t hold on too much, as the infected crashed inside the building
“Oh, shit, shit, they’re getting in!”
(Recording cuts off)
Notes:
Damn it! All those ponies... Shit! I managed to get out, and hid on to another house to take notes, but this is the last time I’m writing... from this point on, I’ll mainly use my recordings instead of writing... I have to leave as soon as possible, the infected is still out there....
“Recording #5 - Message for the Family.
“I’m so sorry, Whooves... I’m really...so sorry. I know I haven’t been there for you and Dinky. I know I haven’t been the best wife or mother. I know you told me I’m always on the road…always working on the next story. And... surprise! You're right. But I’m recording this for you and I’m hoping someone will find it, because I don’t think I have much time. I’m hiding in the back of a small store. They don’t know I’m here, but I can hear them. They’re looking for me. Dinky, I’m so sorry I won’t be there for you. Won’t see your fly games or help you with your homework, not that I was ever very good at that...” Then, the infected rushes inside...
“Fuck...!!!”
“Report #6 - Ruined City.
Derpy runs until she lost the infected, she could fly though, but her wings were injured during the travel to the Island, she was already flying miles for days without a break, causing her wings to be strained...
“I was so exhausted I couldn’t help but sleep and in the morning, the infected were gone.” She said, as she walks through the streets of Ramby. “I don’t know where they went, maybe they found other survivors. But I’m making a run for it.”
Derpy gazes upon the city streets, looking down on dead bodies, and buildings which turned to ruins caused by fire,nor looting...
“This city is in chaos. Buildings are burning. Wrecked carts cover the streets. At first there was looting, but now there’s no one. The dead are everywhere. Where are the fucking pony police? The royal military? Why haven’t they--” Just then, Derpy stops as she spots something down the road. “wait a second.”
“There’s someone up ahead. It looks like a little filly.” Derpy examines the young filly from afar. “She’s sitting in the street next to a mare who looks to be dead. Her mother maybe? The girl’s crying.
“Jeez us... Her face is buried in her chest and she’s crying.” Derpy was thinking twice, if she should just leave this filly alone, or go to her assistance... Ultimately, she made her decision.
“I can’t just leave her there…alone. She’s about the same age as my daughter. No more than six. Oh, fuck... Hello?” Derpy walks down to her, calling out to the young filly.
“Hey Sweetie, are you okay? Honey? Maybe you should come with me~” The filly then shows her face, already disfigured and bloody. “Oh, my Goddess…her face…covered in blood.”
The filly starts to run up to her, which Derpy starts to bolt as well... Ending the recording.
“Report #7 - Towards the Jungle”
“I’m riding in four by four large cart, following a group of survivors heading into the jungle. Apparently someone on the radio is leading them to the source of this…sickness.”
Derpy looks over to the back of their transport, seeing some of the other survivors arguing about something...
“There’s supposed to be some kind of lab hidden in the jungle. Could this be some sort of experiment gone wrong? Some kind of animal-borne disease, like swine flu or bird flu, that’s mutated? If this spreads beyond Shining Diamonds. If it were to hit a major population center. It could be the end of everything.Ponies need to know what this is. Maybe they can--” Derpy spots something crossing the road, just in time to shout over at the Colt who was driving the cart.
“LOOK OUT!” Derpy yells, cutting the recording short.
“Report #8 - Something Huge is Coming!”
“Okay, we hit some kind of animal and the cart careened off the road and down an embankment through the trees.”
Derpy looks over her cart driver, and the others.
“The driver, my driver, is badly hurt. I think his leg is broken.” Derpy then perked her ears, hearing something close by. “Wait, wait, I’m hearing something else too. What the fuck is that? Something’s coming. Oh, my Gosh...Something big. Oh, my Gosh…it’s an orangutan. Oh, fuck... Jeez us, it’s infected. It’s the animal we hit. It should be dead. Why the fuck isn’t it--”
Magic bolts are being fired from the driver.
“The driver is trying to kill it! SHOOT IT! It has him! Oh, my Gosh!” Derpy closed the recording as soon as the driver starts to scream.
“Report #9 - The Lab”
Derpy ran like theres no tomorrow, until she reached the lab. Nearly got killed by the guards for thinking she was infected, she stumbles inside the lab for safety, and continued her report.
“The infected animal tore the driver right out of the car. I, sorry but I didn’t even try to help him. I just…I ran.” Derpy tries to forget her sympathy over the driver who she left for dead.
“I kept on running until I couldn’t hear the driver screaming. Somehow I found the lab. A few of the guards thought I was infected. They almost fucking killed me, but they didn’t and thank Celestia, and now I’m inside. I’m safe inside.” Derpy lets out a sigh, looking over the crudely barricaded lab.
“But this complex isn’t defensible. A group, however, is preparing to leave the lab for the island jail. It’s designed to house the worst of the worst. So it’s a fortress. If the infection hasn’t spread inside, then it may be the last safe place. The last chance any of us have to survive this…”
Derpy cuts the recording once again.
“Report #10 - The Jail”
“Whooves, Dinky, I don’t know how long I can stay coherent.” Derpy said in a quivering voice. “I can feel the sickness inside of me. They say the first symptoms are a high fever and damn, I’m sweating.”
Derpy looks up to the lamps hanging from the ceiling
“The lamp lights are blindingly bright. We made it to the prison and thought we were safe, but the infection.... It’s everywhere. There is a contingent of prisoner survivors, but before we could reach them, we were attacked.” Derpy starts to laugh, maniacally.
“And get this, the one who bit me was missing half his fucking head and half his fucking teeth. And he bit me!” Derpy again laughed. “Hey, but guess what. I showed him. I took him off at the fucking neck with my machete. Good thing no pony saw me get bit and my sleeve covers up the wound. But it’s festering and it’s spreading inside of me. No one must know...”
Derpy said, then turns off the recorder...
“Report #11 - Explaining the Symptoms”
“I've decided that I’m going to document the symptoms. Maybe my experience can help the doctors figure out what this is.” Derpy, desperately tries to contain herself, and briefly says the symptoms. She took a deep breath then starts...
“Okay, so I'm hungry. I’m fucking hungry. A gnawing, burning, screaming need, so fucking PAINFUL I can’t even think.” Derpy panics for a bit, checking her back side if someone is listening.
“They’re gonna see that I’m turning. I’m so sorry Dinky. I’m so sorry. I’m working so hard to hold on to any thread of sanity I can't even think, I can't even remember what I'm trying to say!” Derpy starts to lose her mind, bit by bit. “Why am I so fucking ravenous? I feel like my fucking skin is on fire! Like someone is driving nails into my fucking forehead!”
Derpy starts to get even more frustrated, her hope falls downward like a rock.
“Stop it...STOP IT! Dinky? Hey, dear? Why are you afraid of me. It's me. It's your mommy. Dinky?!”
After which, the recording was cut...
“Report #12 - ???”
The recording starts with a moaning on the background, followed by something being dragged...
“Look out! Behind the door! Kill that fucking thing!” The male colt said, as it fires a magical bolt to their adversary. Until the sound of a thud is heard, sounds of galloping hooves are heard in the background, as it nears the recorder.
“What’s that on the ground?” a voice asked, as it nears the recorder.
“No, it’s not a valuable thing. Must be some kind of recorder.” The other voice said, poking it with a stick.
“Don’t pick it up. It’s covered in blood. Leave it.” Said the other voice. followed by hoof steps going away the area, until a sound of a door closing is heard, then it was silence... until the recorder runs out of power, and slowly dies along with Derpy...
