Six Mares of The Apocalypse

Dec 1, 2097

Pinkie Pie

As I stare into the fire, listening to it crackle I recollect the days when I was that sweet lively party pony. Those days were something else, but now I’m somepony else, a soldier, a survivor, I may still be a joyful pony, but my Party Pony persona has since been laid to rest. Now I see things the way they are: empty, and lifeless. This wasteland we six once called home is now exactly that. Rarity has talked about trying to bring a little color back into the world through plant life, but I doubt the soil is fertile enough after everything that befell our land. Riley is right now the only thing that has kept our spirits up, that dog is definitely a happy one despite everything that happened to him, and how he was found by Fluttershy. He reminds me of myself a little, like that cheery mare that I once was that everypony including myself continues to mention. I’m just glad that we’re all still together, and that we made it this far.