A Derpy Apocalypse: Perseverence

How long has it been? A year? A decade? Century, millennium?

Why am I here, why am I trapped, what of...them?

Huh...I don't know. Maybe I'll never know. I'm in amber...amber — or...something like it. I don't know...none of it makes sense.

But...You're here. You're all I need.

If you don't know me...I'm Derpy. Derpy Hooves. I survived the apocalypse--I think. There's a...

Screw it.

Equestria, 1662. Ponyville had just reached new heights, heading on a path to industry with the rest of the world. Most supplies were shipped from Manehattan for...research? Look-sees? I don't know. Some shit like that or something. It's hard to think stuck in an incubator, is that even what this is? It's all bronzeish — Orange sort of. Nevermind that — Something is wrong, you have to help me out, you have to—

Oh. Right.

You're just a voice in my head.

Then I guess it's just you and me. I don't have much else to do, so I might has well describe what's happened, because I'm sure you don't know already.

One day, I was watching a news broadcast. It was a normal day, like any other. I was fixing my coffee, some muffins. They were really good. Not to brag, but I'm the best muffin baker I know. Anyway, suddenly, I hear screaming from my television — a newly implemented feature of comfort and entertainment from P.V. Entertainment Co. Then I saw only what could be rumored in some insane movie or TV show. A zombie. A zed. A shit-eating, half-dead, mother-bucking, cannibalistic corpse, and it was devouring ponies. So many of them. I look outside, and they're everywhere. There's ponies in the street crying to Celestia for mercy — She must have not heard their prayers.

But I was prepared. I knew something would happen. Unbeknownst to the masses of the population I had a vast storage of weapons for every occasion. Yes...I had a lot of spare time — that's aside the point. Of course, some may call me stupid for only bringing a bookbag full of ammunition, and supplies with a Deagle and an M249 Saw. In fact, it may have been a half-assed decision on my part. But — I survived. As far as I know, at least.

I met this cute stallion, who was residing with a much stronger one. They had a nice camp set up. Things happened. Needless to say, we had quite a time together.

But it ended.

Those bastards killed him.

I still hurts to think about.

Anyway, we were going to Cloudsdale, but found out that the zeds learned. Mindless corpses, learned. Try and get that through your thick skull. They have no objective but to kill. It's like a raging colt who doesn't know what they're doing and seeks temporary happiness. Imagine that. A bunch of ill-minded fillies with the power of gods. It practically spells catastrophe. But come on, they weren't fillies,

They were dead.

I find myself at a raider camp. But they knew me, so they took me in. There I found another cute stallion. Time turner I think his name was. But I can't remember much after that. I had a diary. Had.

So that's it in a nutshell. What do you have to say about it?

...

Thought so. It's like talking to wall. Maybe that's what the zeds are like. Maybe this is what they think in their mind. They can't speak, they can probably barely think, and they're telling their bodies not to kill, not to devour, not to murder and slaughter. But it's so simple and hard to accept.

They're just talking to a wall.

Because they're not in control anymore.

In human mythology, a large portion of humans read and follow this book referred to as a "Bible". Somewhere it said something about 'Powers and Principalities', and 'people not being the enemy'. Something we were taught near the end of highschool. Apparently their 'religions' were a major part of their culture, and how they thrived.

Maybe they're right. Maybe zeds aren't the enemy. Maybe it's the power that made them, the power controlling them.

But then again, I'm just a horse stuck in amber. Fossilized. I don't know what I'm saying, I'm just — Oh.

Someone's here.