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The room was dark. I had shut the door most of the way so I didn't have to hear the other ponies working on the front door. I wanted to make sure no more zombie ponies would attack them though. It was still night, but through my window I could see tiny beams of sunlight starting to poke over the horizon. Throwing myself off the hospital bed, I stretched. Today was the day we headed for Canterlot. I had packed the previous day so I would be ready to set off. Twi had arranged for us to head to the train station. There was a small chance that the train was still operating and that the train station was successfully boarded up and secure. I highly doubted it, but there was always the possibility. I threw my hoodie on over the clothes I had put on the previous night. My backpack was against the wall, underneath the window. Pulling a box of cereal from it, I poured a bowl and ate it up quickly. Couldn't go hungry now. I threw my trash away and finished stretching. Throwing the backpack over my shoulders, I took one last look out the window at the oncoming sun and slipped out the door.

Shutting it softly, I went downstairs towards the chattering of the working ponies. The floor had been well cleaned and not a single blood stain remained. The showers had been running all day yesterday as the ponies cleaned up. I was one of the first in line as my laundry was running. It felt great to finally do so. Blood from the zombies had managed to find their way on my legs and arms.

While I was in the shower, I had a startling shock when washing the blood off my arm. I had completely forgotten that my arm had been bit by Pinkie the day before last. How long did I have now? I had managed to carefully clean the bite up, and it only looked like a few scratch marks. It wasn't as deep as I remembered. Was it healing? It couldn't be.

I kept it covered for now. If I started feeling nauseous or loopy, I'd tell the others then. There was no point in scaring them right now. The ponies working downstairs had put the door back in it's place, and hammered in some boards where the shattered windows used to be.

"Morning, darling." I turned to see Rarity carrying her saddlebag.

"Morning."

Surprisingly, Spike wasn't by her side.

"He's sleeping. Poor guy was working all day yesterday," she replied, seeming to read my thoughts. "By the way, Twi wants to see you."

"Oh ... Where is she?"

"Room 17. Down that hall." she gestured towards the hall, left of the main desk.

"Thanks." I hurried down. My eye scattered about, looking for room numbers. The other one felt like it was healing, but I'd have to talk to Nurse Redheart about it. It was awkward moving just one of them around, but I was starting to get the hang of it. I'd have to see Derpy for tips.

Room 11, 13, 15. I hoped her and I could keep quiet, to not wake up the others. I tried giving her time to digest what happened, but I could understand her anger towards me. I hoped for the best as I pushed the door open softly. Purple eyes gazed at me from staring out the window. My vision slowly adjusted as I slipped in.

"Close it and sit down, please," Twi requested softly. I closed the door softly and sat on the bed. She came and sat down next to me.

"Devan ... I'm sorry."

"For?"

"For everything. For running off, for blaming you, for snapping at you. Just ... sorry." She took a breath and spoke before I could reply. "I talked with Dash about Cheerilee. It was the heat of the moment. She told me about how fast they run ... and I knew about it, sort of, but I was determined to outrun her if she turned. Regardless, she put some sense into me. I don't know whether or not I wish you'd done it, but I shouldn't have gone off on you like I did."

"Oh Twi ... there's no need for that. We're in dark times right now. I don't blame you for getting mad."

"Thank you ..." she said, and leaned against me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

"Don't worry," I said, "We'll make it through this."