Pinkie's Apocalypse

Pinkie turned her back on the yellow decaying wall for the last time and walked over to one of the table tops, from underneath it she pulled out a worn saddle bag. It was time to keep her promise, she and Dinky would leave at dawn and hopefully they would found something or somepony to help them out.

She went to check on Dinky, who was curled up on one of the seats in the dinning area. The filly shakily breathed in and out, shivering in her thin, dirty, violet, coat. Pinkie found a tatted, slightly bloody apron and placed it over her small companion, it wasn't much but it would keep some of the cold off. The former party-pony lay on a seat opposite Dinky and fell asleep.

She awoke after only two hours of sleep, stretched her cold limbs then woke Dinky. After telling the filly her plan Pinkie went to check the saddle bag when she was certain it contained everything they needed she dropped it on her back the waited an hour-long-eternity for the sun to rise.

"Pinkie?" Dinky looked up at the mare with her golden eyes.

"What is it Dinky?"

"What if Momma and the others come back when we're out? They won't know where we've gone!"

"Don't worry." Pinkie stroked Dinky's blonde mane to comfort her. "We'll leave them a note to say we'll be back soon."

They left a scrap of paper on the front counter then Pinkie went about the task of moving the broken furniture and scraps of wood that were barricading then door.

After a good ten minutes of displacing, the doorway was clear, Pinkie took a deep breath then stepped out. Dinky took a brief look behind her at her home for the last year or so.

"I'll be back Momma, I promise." She whispered to herself then followed Pinkie into a unfamiliar world.