Equestria catastrophe

I woke up and immediately found myself overcome with dizziness. What happened? Where am I? I rubbed my head as it continued to throb uncontrollably, I tried to think about what happened to me while I sat up in the... corpses? I was sitting in a pile of corpses. Why are there dead ponies here?

Getting to my hooves, the world spun around, as more questions flooded into my head. What made me mad the most is that I didn't have the answer to any of them. That's when I caust sight of my wings, they had been chewed down to mere nubs and I had to touch them. It didn't hurt. My wings had been chewed off, but  it didn't hurt, in the slightest to touch them. I staggered over to the dresser by the door, its mirror had been broken and blood stained the wood below it.

I looked terrible. My mane was matted with blood and what I hoped was just mud. I looked as if I hadn't eaten in days. I hadn't I could tell by the way my stomach begged for me to feed it. I reached up toward the mirror and saw a rusted knife tird to my leg with some type of crude green and red tape. I sighed and looked back at the corpses on the ground. I swore that I saw the small colt move, but the feeling passed and I stumbled into the next room keeping my hoof on the wall so I wouldn't fall over.

It was a living room. The thing that I noticed right away were the large red letters on the door that read 'Please Dumbass Dont open This door' the r trialed off toward the handle and another corpse laid off to the side of the door. I tried to ignore the obvious sign and sat down on the couch, realizing my mistake, once my body absolutely refused to get back up. On the taable in front of me was a toolbox. I opened it, then smiled as I realized it was mine.

Inside were plenty of tools most were screwdrivers, others I couldn't quite figure out what their purpose would've been. At the bottom was a  neatly kept diary, that reflected the quality of the tools. This had to be mine too. And probably could answer a great deal of my questions.

Week 22 Today I saw a cute mare down at the new shop that opened last week, I didn't quite catch her name. I was to bust being a idiot and trying to impress her that I barely caught it. I think it's Salsa... oh, I forget the second part. All I know is she's purple has pink eyes red hair. a slender build and ohhhh, I wanted her. Dip! Her name is Salsa Dip and she will be mine.

I looked down at the blade on my leg and I smiled, I remembered how it had gotten there. She gave it to me for protection. And I had left her for dead. I felt a lump in my throat as I fought back the urge to cry. Did I really... leave her? No. I wouldn't. Would I?

Week 27 What the buck's going on? I show up for work and my boss is dying on the job. He complains about me sleeping  while operating heavy machinery and goes and dies on the job. who's the one irresponsible now? On the other hand I finally worked up enough courage to ask Salsa Dip to marry me, she laughed at me. I felt crushed, but she thought I was joking and told me she'd think about. Something to do with it only being a week since we started dating. I didn't care best week of my life.

Week 28 The infection is here! in Manehatten of all places, I thought it had been a joke, but  it wasn't. I mean ponies eating other ponies is absurd, who'd do such a thing. I'm a vegetarian, I know Salsa isn't but she's never eat a pony I gotta get out of Mane- \

Blood smeared the rest of the pages and I flipped through frantically trying to find the next entry.

Well I'm officially, Fucked. Damn that Twilight. Damn all of Equestria... I miss my Salsa, at least I know she's still living. I got nailed by one of those flying, mutant,  Zombie things. at least I won't die alone. I'm pretty sure I'm close enough to her that'll she'll sense me. We need to get to sanctuary, but they keep fucking moving. How do they expect ponies to keep up with them. I'm not leaving these kid, but I'm too weak to fly them, even if I could fly.

That's all? Looking down I saw a large cut, as if some one had tried to cut me open for food but couldn't do it. I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked back into the roof I had woken up in and I saw the colt stand up and turn toward me, with eyes that displayed nothing but primal hunger. And rage.

"Hey? how are you feeling?" I asked standing up and backing away toward the door. out of the corner of my eye I saw the mare who had written those wordson the door slink into a upward position and look at me with the same hungry eyes as the colts, as if she wanted to rip my throat out with its teeth and keep gnawing on me until there was nothing left. I looked back at the colt.

Two? There were Two in the doorway now. I instantly turned and opened the door and a wave of nausea washed over me as the foul smell of rotting flesh, and burning flesh washed over me.I gagged and watched as dozens of beaming yellow eyes fell upon me. Flies flooded into the living room and I fumbled to grab my toolbox and disappear into the hall most opposite the walking corpses.

Jumping into a room I blocked the door and saw something odd in the window... sunlight.

Why is seeing the sun so different?

I didn't have time to fully take in it's beauty, they had found me and the wooden door started to dissolve. The green and black liquid quickly made a pony sized hole in the door and I froze as the first lithe and decade pony fell through the door giving a gut wrenching moan. I wanted to cry. I didn't want to kill it it, but I had no choice. I quickly turned and threw out my hind legs as far as they could go, reopening the cut on my chest, but killing that thing in the process."

"Hey, we  got a live one in here guys!"

I turned to the window shocked. It was a pegasus. grey coat and red mane seemed to be a becon of hope.

   "Kill it." I heard another voice call from below.

Wait. What? I looked at him as he pulled out a rifle and aimed it at me. I looked back at the door, no more were getting in then back at the stallion 'charge me' I saw him mouth the words and froze. 'Do it. Now.' He continued.

I charged toward the window and threw myself onto the pegasus. I heard his gun fire and a bullet cut threw my flank. I started to fall and grabbed onto his hind leg and he brought the but of his rifle down on my damaged wings. I felt my grip slip as every thing started to go black. and everything seemed to slip away.

I gasped as the world came back to me in a flurry  of smells and new pains. A small fire was lit next to me as the grey pegasus looked at me in shock.

"Oh, shit you're alive." his voice was calm, but I could tel he had to be terrified.l

I nodded. "More or less."

"Less is more like it. you fell from three stories and your back cracked so loudly you woke up the Tuna.

"Woke up the Tuna?" I tried to tilt my head but felt a surge of pain shot through my head. I winced and glared at the pegasus. "Why'd you tell me to jump if you were just gonna try and kill me."

"Have you seen yourself lately? You look no different then those things we fight every fucking every fucking day." We? He sighed and took a pot out of the fire and sat it in front of me. "Go ahead and eat. It ain't much, but you need it a lot more than I do. You're luck we found you" There was that 'we' again.

"Umm, is there somepony else here with you?"

He nodded and pointed behind me. "If you didn't come chargin out of that window, I would've put a bullet righ threw your head. Though Sammy thinks we should do that anyway."

I sniffed at the food but my attention quickly turned to the pegasus. He radiated, not in a bad way, but in a it's super delicious way. I'd never thought to eat another living thing before. But why did he seem so... good looking?

"You alright?" he asked nudging the pot toward me once more. I nodded. "Cause you're starting to look like one of them hybrids to me, that's what Sammy thinks you are any way. You ain't, right?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

He didn't like that answer. He backed away and gripped his rifle tightly in his hooves. I doubted he could shoot it like that. "What do you mean you don't know? I seen the bite marks on your wings, now are you dead or ain't you."

"I'm not!" I insisted throwing my hooves up in defense.  "Even if I was I'm still a vegetarian. I'd never eat meat much less another pony."

He seemed to relax, but I felt my body lurch forward toward him, it wasn't me moving. I felt something rip through my side and I turned back to see the fain blue glow from Sammy's horn. "Get away from that thing, Luke!" He Shouted. I felt another bullet tear through me, I hated Sammy. A lot. I also hated getting shot. It hurt, like hell.

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