The New Black Plague: the last survivor of the eternal eclipse

by Genesis Raptus

Rating: mature
Tags: Derpy Hooves, Stygian, Violence, Principal Celestia, Crossover, Gore, Anon, Dark, Death, Other, Equestria Girls, Second Person, Tragedy, Horror
Length: 1593

The story of a survivor who had a small group that had taken shelter somewhere they believed would be safe from the Xenomorphs ever since Canterlot has lost control

After 5 weeks since the Xenomorph virus outbreak, more and more of Canterlot had become corrupted with the lethal disease. As survivors were trying to look for food, shelter, and weapons, they found that more and more parts of Canterlot City was being overrun with new Xenomorph types. The city itself had been unknowingly cut off for no reason so nobody could call for help of any kind. A survivor and her crew were about to head back to their shelter, but were attacked. Can she survive the long going war against human and beast? Or will she soon lose the struggle and eventually become a demon herself.

Published 2017-08-19 13:20:07 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-15 00:48:22 UTC

Lone Darkness

It has now been a long darkened day and you feel yourself becoming exhausted from your raid. You've just been through hell and back and need to return to the haven you had managed to make for the night.

You are Anonymous, and you're now the only one left of your group of survivors that have been trying to endure the corrupted Canterlot that have now been dubbed: "The Black Plaguelands" without having to become apart of an outpost or one of the four territorial lands. You have ben proven as the most skilled marksman out of your entire group. Perhaps way more than dozens of them would have been killed without you, however, even with your protection, they're now all gone, which has impacted you severely.

You take a stroll back to your safe house. It's one of those sophisticated apartment complex buildings that Filthy Rich had made, intended for his daughter Diamond Tiara, and her friend Silver Spoon. You had also turned the entire building into a fortress thanks to the help of your group. A group member named Derpy had been spending extra time making sure that the doors and windows are secured and unbreakable as possible. You're very grateful for her work despite her being wall-eyed, and for a brief moment, you regretted abandoning her while a pack of Xenomorph wolves viciously hunted her down, but that moment passes just as soon as it appears. You probably couldn't've helped her anyway after all.

You now reach your safe house and proceed to lock it as securely as possible. You go into your bedroom and get ready to have a relaxing sleep. You lay your sniper, and assault rifle, and magnums down on the ground to your left but you decide to keep your combat knife sheath in your leg strap just in case. You have your candle dimly lit that you found from one of your city hunting trips and keep it low because of the fear that a Xenomorph horde could see the light and alert more hordes to your location. You then open a window to try to let in some fresh air. You remembered how Derpy hated how you liked to open the windows. She scolded that she was afraid that an opened window or small mistake, would be the reason we would be killed, but apparently she was wrong. You made a mental note to close the window and have it covered up before you went to sleep.

You lie down on your king sized bed and relax. You close your eyes and try to take a nap for a bit, but for some reason, you can't seem to fall asleep. For the very first time, you were forced to spend the night all alone throughout your entire time in the new Black Plaguelands. The sheer silence allows your mind to wander off into your subconscious and you begin to remember what had lead you to this exact moment.

You begin to remember the first three weeks of the unknown viral outbreak. The bridge that connected from Canterlot to the U.S. was mysteriously shut down and sealed off essentially making it impossible for anyone or anything to be able to leave the city. Miraculously you were the first person ever to be able to loot the gun shops and when everything got really out of hand, you were now prepared for anything that dared to strike at you. Your mind drifts even further, and remember the first time you killed a Xenomorph. Most of the people around you felt utter pain or deep remorse when they had to kill their loved ones, but not you. Most of the people in Canterlot saw the Xenomorphs for who they used to be in life, but not you. You didn't even hesitate when you killed your first, and you felt a rush of adrenaline afterwards. In some rather twisted way, you strangely wanted this to happen. You despised getting bullied 24/7 in high school, you hated your job as a cashier at a fast food restaurant and you didn't even like the city you grew up in. You had no special someone or any hope for the future. But, the moment you killed your very first monster, somehow, in some strange way, you knew that one moment set you free from it all. You now had a second chance, and you felt unrestricted for the first time in your life.

After your first few days as a survivor of the outbreak, you started running into other survivors. They were terrified and confused beyond comprehension, and would die without any help at all, and without any hesitation, you decided to let them join you. Of course they were grateful for you offer. You wish though, that you could say that you did it purely out of the goodness of your heart, but the truth is, it was that you loved the fact that they needed you. You felt like you actually mattered. Life was now fulfilling, and surviving got easier.

Your mind skipped a little forward and remembered when things started going to hell. You remember the ghostly-like howling at night. You and your group of ten were returning to your safe haven after raiding the Canterlot super market. On your way back to safety, you could hear a sudden burst of long rhythmic howls and screeches from a far distance away. At first you didn't think much of it, but one of your group members, a man named Stygian, turned to see the source of the noise. He suddenly and franticly began breaking into a dead sprint ahead of you and your group. You turned back and saw four large Xenomorphic wolves rushing towards you with a fifth bigger wolf still screaming as if commanding them to attack. You and your group ran for dear life, however sadly, only you and Stygian managed to escape to safety. The other eight, were horrendously slaughtered, like a swarm of crocodiles attacking a gazelle. The remaining two of you returned to the haven and told Principal Celestia what had happened. For the first time since the beginning of the Canterlot outbreak, you felt unsure of yourself. You suddenly began to question your ability to survive.

As the weeks went by, the Black Plaguelands grew immensely. New dangers began to arise. In addition to the Xenomorphs, tall mutated, slightly muscular skeletal figures began to roam all around. They were savage solitary creatures known as the "Plagasi." They were determined to love attacking heavily armed and highly populated places. You assumed that they love the challenge attacking them would bring. In truth, they are the main reason why there are fewer safe havens now.

Your mind wanders even deeper, and remember the other beings to rise from the virus. "The Enhanced Mutations" as you called them were nothing like any regular Xenomorph you expected to ever see. Even though they looked like normal Xenos, the virus that created them also genetically enhanced them, efficiently making them stronger, faster, and probably smarter too. The most interesting thing the virus did however, was give them some sort of supernatural powers.

All of the mutated Xenomorphs banded together to create their own personal community. Currently, there are four types in total. The wildfire revenants created what they call the Infernoland, a place in the inner city that always is on fire, but somehow don't burn to the ground. Anybody who was idiotic enough to wander in would either join them, or get turned into a smoldering pile of dust. The ruthless cryokinetic arachnids formed the Frostfalls, a section of the suburban side of Canterlot now completely turned into an artificial winter and blanketed with a thin mist. Survivors that get too close are then frozen into the landscape. The third territory is called the Electric Fields, a place full of veltromites that can use electricity as a weapon. Their territory is full of mansions and houses in the richer side, covered by a thick layer of fog. People dumb enough to get themselves there will most likely get electrocuted to death, and left to rot and burn away. The final Black Plagueland is knows as the Psychological Industrial Complex. The name alone is fitting considering that this territory is built on the industrial side. It is made up of a series of factories, offices, and most unusual churches. The psychics there use telekinesis as their primary weapon. They are dedicated to their religious beliefs and rip anyone apart who disagrees to them. All four territories plus the regular Xenomorph infested territories make up the place every Canterlot citizen calls the Black Plaguelands. So much danger and unpredictability. and yet, in some way you overcame it all.

You've seen it all. But most importantly, you've survived it all. Nothing can stop you now. None of the monsters or demons or even men can come close to so much as touching you. You were born for this place.

After mentally struggling, you finally feel yourself starting to fall asleep. As your consciousness fades, you can hear the sound of screeching you've come to know, and fear at the same time. The sound of the Xenomorph wolves were rushing towards their prey slowly becomes louder, as the monsters hunt down the scent they must've caught. "Looks like some poor bastard is gonna get eaten tonight," you think to yourself from inside your haven. You can hear them perfectly, through the window, that you forgot, to close...