the journal

Day: 4

Entry:1

We have finally arrived in Canterlot, the journey much longer than anticipated. As we entered the city limits, the sight that greeted us was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Fields that were once pristine lawns and gardens were now overrun with an encampment of tents. It was hard to believe that Celestia could have mobilized such a large response so quickly.

The atmosphere was tense. News of the mysterious illness had clearly reached Canterlot, and the normally orderly city was now a mess of shouting. Soldiers in gleaming white armor patrolled the streets, their expressions grim. Large banners emblazoned with the royal crest declared martial law in effect. No one was allowed to enter or leave the city, and guards were meticulously checking everyone for signs of illness – rashes, coughs, or the unsettling smell of rot. Those unfortunate enough to exhibit any of these symptoms were being herded towards a towering, foreboding building that sent shivers down my spine. The sense of dread was palpable, and I knew I had to stay vigilant and keep a close eye on how this situation unfolded.

[there are no Entries for a few days a few of them appear to be missing only a few Entries remain]

Day: 15

Entry 1

Applejack... she got sick. It happened while we were transporting a body, a grim duty none of us wanted. By the time we got back, it was too late. She's gone now. It's been a couple of days since then, and fear has been a constant companion. Why did she have to be on the graveyard shift? We could have been making clothes, something useful. Now, with her gone, we're forced to burn the bodies in giant pyres.

The past few days have brought some unsettling discoveries. I finally figured out where those missing ponies went. I saw them… the infected. Celestia, our once-proud leader, won't speak to me anymore. There's a constant stream of propaganda blaring everywhere, trying to paint some twisted picture of what's happening. It's infuriating.

A small glimmer of hope remains. Rainbow Dash, where could she be? It's likely she's gone too, but I can't give up on the possibility. We have to maintain some shred of optimism in this bleak landscape. For the sake of keeping track of everything, I've begun taking notes on this disease, this infection that's ravaged our world. Understanding it is the only way we might have a chance someday.

Entry: the hollow

The hollow is a disease that infects any and every living thing that it comes in contact with there is no cure at this time so we are attempting to contain the outbreak as a half measure the stages of progression are as follows