There were only three of us when the decayed finally took over. Most of the surviving ponies waited peacefully in locked homes, hoping that somepony would save them. But no, nothing happened, nothing at all! The Elements of Harmony nor did Princess Celestia come to our aide! As much as I hated to admit, the only way we could protect ourselves was on our own. There were others who refused to believe this, praying to the sun and moon that their princesses will cleanse Equestria of this sin. It’s false beliefs like this that led to the end of Manehattan in the first place.

3 months earlier…..

I felt frozen, gazing at my Aunt Glatos with the lust for hunger in her swollen dead eyes. Even as she wrapped her blood covered hooves around my neck, I couldn’t bare to move. Then it happened, my realization that this was actually happening. This wasn’t just in my head.

“AUNT GLATOS NO!”

With all my strength, I use my hind legs to kick her off of me, knocking the deceased mare back into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. She was down, but certainly not out of the picture. I had to lean on the door to prevent Aunt Glatos from escaping. It was horrifying listening to her moans. I couldn’t stand listening to it, feeling my eyes start to wet.

“Celestia….what’s happening!?!”

It was like this for the next five hours, me with my back against the door, trying to keep her in one place. My mind was rustling with confusion, unsure how to continue on from this. I knew I had to get help, but couldn’t risk leaving her alone. She could escape, cause harm to others or more to herself, if that was even possible anymore. Did it really matter at this point? I knew magic could cause many things to happen, change the lives of many ponies, but something like this? It just didn’t seem possible.

“No, this can’t be it for her.”

I finally decided what to do, pushing her large wooden dresser in front of the bathroom door to keep her in. I then took Aunt Glatos’ spare key from behind the kitchen sink and locked the apartment, keeping watch to make sure no pony was there to see me. It didn’t really seem right, but at least she would couldn’t be a threat to any pony for the time being. But even as I walked down the hallway to the stairs of the building, I could still here her moaning with savage rage, banging against the wall. This attracted her neighbor, Ms. Jingle Jangle, an older mare who owned a holiday store not too far from the apartment. She was a kind, sweet lady, but I couldn’t risk telling her the truth of what was wrong with Glatos.

“Jimmy? Oh this is quite the surprise!”

“Ummm, hello Ms. Jangle. How are you?”

“I’m quite fine, thank you.”

This small talk was getting us nowhere. Glatos only kept moaning louder, slamming her hooves so hard against the walls, any pony in the building could hear that racket.

“Is something wrong at your Aunt’s? That’s quite the commotion I hear.”

“Oh that? Oh its nothing really. She just found out recently that her apartment has mice and well….she thinks she can handle this without paying an exterminator.”

Did I feel proud about lying to her? No, but how could you even explain what was really causing all that noise?

“My my….I kept trying to help her with the rent, but the mare refuses to take any bit I offer. If it’s ok with you, dear, I would gladly pay for the exterminator. I can understand that mice really aren’t something you want when trying to sleep at night.”

“You are a doll, Ms. Jangle, but you know how my Aunt can be. Always trying to do things her own way.”

Celestia, all I wanted was to confess. She seemed so concern for Glatos.

“Well, alright then sweetie, give my best to Glatos.”

“I will, have a good one, Ms. Jangle.”

Present day…..

She lived a good life, for as long as I allowed it. At least we allowed her a peaceful death, preventing the mare from becoming one of them. Worst thing of all this is that each death doesn’t make you stronger, it only makes your nightmares even more terrifying, feeling the mental scars burn into your scalp as you witness the cycle of death over and over again. Celestia, alone, can’t clean those wounds.

3 months earlier….

“What is this about Jimmy? Come on bro, talk to me.”

If there was any pony I could share my secrets with, it was my loyal older brother, Marco. All my life, he helped me look at the positive side of life, no matter how gruesome it would get, and Celestia knows I could use his advice right about now.

“Jimmy…..is she….”

“I don’t even know. She was like this when I got here.”

There we were, just gazing at the door, shaking to the screams and moans Glatos released, slamming against the walls like a mouse trapped in a box. Our friend, Cristina, kept watch outside, making sure no pony would see my Aunt, or try to stop us from doing this insane plan Marco came up with.

“Look, we just gotta get her to my friend, Zap. He knows all kinds of stuff about reanimation spells. Maybe he can reverse this….whatever this is, and bring Aunt Glatos back to us.”

“I’m not sure this even is a reanimation spell. You know how Glatos acted, trying to end her life to be with Uncle Crysto again. How about we just show him what exactly was in that poison she tried to drink?”

“Guess that would be better than dragging angry Glatos across the streets. Think you and Cristina can handle her while I take the poison to Zap?”

“Marco, I’m the one that trapped her in the bathroom. I think I can handle watching the door.”

I had a bad feeling about this, but what other choice did we have? The minute authorities saw Glatos like this, she would be killed on the spot.

Author's Note

Here's the second chapter. Hopefully this will get more views as I continue it. LOL