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Celestia's sun loomed overhead as we walked silently along the trail. Overnight, all our procedures were performed and now we were in the healing stage. But Twi insisted we suffer through for the sake of Equestria. With each step we took, we were closer to somepony else's death. I could feel it in my skin. But if I could help avoid it, I would.

Much of the stay, Twi was by my side. She listened to my full story of Pinkie's bite when I wasn't loony, and he tried to figure out why it just disappeared. Only reasons she thought of was me being from a different world, or being human and not pony. Observant eye, I caught sight of a rock along the dirt. That might be useful. I picked it up and threw it in my pack.

"So ... you're trained for stuff like this?" I asked the guard next to me. Two of them decided to come along to protect us as well as Nurse Redheart, hauling a small cart full of supplies behind us.

"Yes sir. Certified to serve and protect the community."

"Nice."

The bandages on my leg were tight to withhold the trip, but pain seared through it every time I took a step. As the day dragged on, there wasn't much zombie commotion. We noticed a few, but they didn't notice us as they scattered away. Afternoon came and left after we stopped to eat lunch. It was still a rough day, but it was the best we had since the apocalypse started. There was still the confusion and trouble building in our minds. Celestia's sun was falling. Evening was here. Night was on its way.

"Why is Celestia lowering the sun now?" I asked.

Twi answered, "Celestia needs to lower it in order to preserve her normal energy. If she keeps it up for longer than twenty-four hours, she'll be tired from regular energy loss, but also weak from the weight of the sun on both magic and regular energy ... and overtime, it becomes an exponential loss. But she might have lost her magic already. The moon and sun could be locked in regular kinetic energy now."

"That sucks."

"I know."

I was thinking about where we'd stop to camp. We definitely wouldn't be able to walk to Canterlot in one day. The train would've been able to take us in less than two hours. And our injuries didn't speed up the process.

"Do you think Flutters turned by now?" Twi whispered for only me to hear. I sighed deeply.

"I don't know. Hopefully the staff will be ready when she does." I allowed a tear past my right eye, and it fell slowly down my cheek. I didn't want to think how Discord would react. I didn't want to think about Flutters.

I should have stayed.

Night fell way too quickly. We all became weary and paranoid. Our visions were blurred by soft fog that seemed to come out of nowhere. Perhaps the clouds were already protesting about having to move themselves.

"Where are we going to sleep?" Rarity asked.

"I was thinking once we reach the train tunnel, we can sleep there," Twi said.

"On the track?" asked Spike.

"We'll see when we get there. The ground is kind of wet."

Then I saw something on the track. It was small and rectangular, but somehow glimmering. It definitely seemed out of place. I picked it up and flipped it over. A phone! Blasting to life, a hidden speaker next to us started playing really loud siren noises. A bright yellow light emitted from the track ahead of us, the fog spreading it around.

"Run!" I took the phone and speaker and threw them as far behind us as I could. But before we could even see it coming, we heard moans before seeing silhouettes in the fog in front of us.