The journal of a weird guy

Dear journal, today I went around some more. I've noticed that for such a large population, zombie ponies apparently don't stick around that long.

I met three ponies hiding in the basement of a strangely out of place house, one was a pegasus named Blossomforth, one was a unicorn named Lyra, and one was an earth pony that I knew from the royal orchestra, Octavia. (Wow, a famous musician! What's next? The elements of harmony are going to fall out of the sky and turn the zombie ponies outside to peanut butter? I must be really hungry to have thought of that.)

Another thought occurs to me, why has everypony I've found been a mare? Meh, when it comes to being a hero, (yeah, right, Mr. Ego) why does it matter. Their ponies, and their not dead. And that's very good.

I also found a weird zombie pony, he seemed to be using residual magic from an illumination spell of some sort. Really hope that was just a coincidence.

Well, there's now six ponies here with me included. After a few more days, we should go. I know full well that the comforting hum of the electricity to magic generator is gone, and those Crystal backup cells were only made to last 12 days in the case of a hurricane. The reinforcements are not that valuable to maintain if we can just get out. After all, there are not... too many of them.