Chapters Chapter 1: My last thesis
In the cold dead night
Chapter 1: My last thiesis
I am Greendawn and this is my last thesis, I fear we will not live through the infection. I am angered because I know I have started it, damn it all. Why I was bribed and hell, even put through pain just too accidentally create a disease that equestrians have contracted, a disease I refrain using strange I know exactly what it was. It attacks the brain, destroys the pony that was once inside, and is then a lifeless husk that only hungers for flesh. And I didn’t typo I really wish that was, but yes they hunger for flesh as another tip do not let they bite you whatever you do. My wife was attacked and bitten by a zombie. She turned in front of my eyes it was the worst experience. I had to put her down then I had to actually study her remains to try to find the damned cure. It was unsuccessful and I mutilated the corpse I felt dirty I buried her. I dropped a fake rose which is all I had and went back into hiding.
Now exactly how to explain how this happened, celestia wanted to keep all evil out of equestria forever to let everyone happy. She gathered all of the elements of harmony, to create a seal all around the borders of equestrian. Which I helped with, and I was happy, that I could help and that all of equestria would be safe. But when we mixed the elements of harmony together to make such a bond a violent reaction gave loose. The entire room exploded in rainbows, the rainbows turned green then faded black. Celestia fell, and I heard a thump not too far away. Celestia’s eyes turned a green glow, she snarled and jumped for the nearest pony all that I could remember was, that he was a grey mane’d and furred pony was ripped to pieces in minutes. Celestia was eating him. Some mutagen was created not friendship or happiness a plague. Everyone looked in horror the door then exploded open adjacent to my working station. Luna was attacking another pony tackling him down and ripping flesh from his neck swallowing and biting for more. While there was a panic I ran to a contamination containment unit used to contain a disease, now it is used for a safe haven.
Rainbow dash the only one hell bent on not dying, she was kicking others into a pulp blood flew through the room fluttershy hovered above afraid and shaking. Rarity and twilight were barring up doors with magic some blood flew from celestia some of it hit rainbow but she continued, a little dot hit rarity she freaked out and threw a case of volatile chemicals landing on a pony desperately fighting for her life, her skin melted, she was screaming in agony and was now lying on the floor rolling around frantically, the thing she was fighting fell on her and was eating her more screaming filled the room. Pinkie pie sat in a corner just laughing and laughing, as if there was no wrong celestia’s horn glowed and light filled the room, an explosion ripped loose about a few meters away destroying the door the girl that was burnt, stood up turned around and pounced rarity she was screaming either because she was going to die or that she had blood in her mane. Twilight used her magic to grab the walking corpse, she ripped it in half then slung it to the right the top part of the pony started to crawl towards twilight she was scared you could tell she used a fire spell and caught the creature on fire. The thing eventually stopped. Rainbow hit celestia her neck broke around, she didn’t budge she turned around and struck again.
She looked intently at rainbow dash, twilight used her fire to light everything that didn’t have a pulse on fire, they moved for a few agonizing minutes. They fell into smoldering heaps. I left the room the princess was dead who would rule. What are we going to do about what just happened. Well in retrospect, nothing happened, nothing changed they lied globally about celestia, twilight had to raise the sun and moon, she became weak, very weak rarity started helping, they became too weak finally they got ill, twilight died in hospital and rarity went into a coma, no one even knows who raises the sun now, I assumed they had set it on a cycle that continued to drain their energy they were dying and no one could do anything. No one went to twilights funeral, they didn’t want to make it seem like an element was dead so they had a small get together in the library, spike left early he apparently couldn’t take it he left far away and no one’s seen him since. The last place anyone has seen spike is he visited rarity, leaving a large heart shaped sapphire he must have incubated it since she started her coma. When they left pinkie stayed the night there, no one could hear anything but sobbing.
The next outbreak came soon after; rainbow dash had hidden infection, blood of celestia landed in her eye during the fight she had lied. When she turned she was asleep it was peaceful or at least that’s how I wish it was, she had taken many lives since then. Leaving fire in her wake the town was ablaze and only a few escaped applejack had stayed out of the whole mess she was smart, but they had to substitute celestia for her element. I believe she is the only element to survive, I left I fled to Canterlot it was a fortress, and it was sure that shining armor kept watch when I got there I was wrong, very wrong it had already happened I was unaware how or why but I couldn’t go there. I had to find a lab I had to study to try to fix this or even find a way to create a weapon to fight against them, but for now it’s a matter of surviving so I leave you here. When you find this I would have left it in the outskirts of Canterlot. I hope this helps when you do please pass the truth to everyone we need to end this.
A pony with red fur and mane levitated the note down, and looked into the distance fire and disease, he wore a bandana to cover his mouth. He started to walk away.
In the cold dead night.
Chapter 2: Asher
Sitting in a daze a tie at my right neatly pressed, Hearing voices “Ash, Ash” I snapped out of it shaking my head. Today was a new job opening I am what people call a recovering alchaholic, I can’t get enough of it. I would sell my stuff, hurt people I was selfish and I lost my child to it her and my wife left me and moved out of Canterlot. Now today I have a job opening, I’m going to work in an office I’m very scared of enclosed spaces but I have to. “Hey idiot wake up” again snapping out of it I face Rosey a pony with her mane the color of her name. She was older but she was very nice to say the least. She’s given me a job she wants me to have my child. But now here I stand at the concrete jungle, obviously mixed by magic.
And I can admit that I am not very good with magic, they say that my brain isn’t exactly right. And magic is very difficult for me to perform. Now I am headed out tie around my neck a smile on my face, or at least the hollow of a smile. Coffee was floating in mid-air with the sullen glow of my gray magic. I was dodging the oncoming ponies, where did they need to go, what was the rush? I had obtained this medallion it was my daughter’s when she left she had given it to me. She was crying and I was inebriated I could’ve cared less what was going on. I never thought I had done wrong by anyone but the looks I am receiving jump beyond the bounds of simple detachment. Reaching the enormous office building the slate stone reaching far beyond my gaze, I was scared. I felt detached from the community from my family, from myself and even for the longest time. From late night parties at the hard weekends at college, to the first time I took one of my father’s beers. It started as fun then became a way of life
I walked in and was appointed to my cubicle by a Light pink mane’d vixen or as I could describe it she had innocence to her undefined by the ponies around her. It seemed her eyes could piece metal, but melt hearts. “Hello sir, I’m feather heart” she smiled “and you are”. I snapped from my distant look into space “I’m Asher, but I prefer Ash” She turned And looked down the adjacent hallway, she motioned forward with her hoof “Uh, I think your cubicle would be that way and I’m sure, Clarence would like to see you before the work day ends. I thanked her and walked down the confined hallway. And taking a right into a soon to be well known confined space, it diminished my faith in equestria. Questions raced through my skull bouncing around and trying to be answered, Who was Clarence, do you think that receptionist likes crystal kingdom food, why is the moon and sun rising slower each day and lastly why has the castle been very locked up tight recently and I heard twilights been in town. Maybe it’s just a visiting thing between teacher and student.
I sat down and grabbed a pencil; well no one actually works the first day right. So I drew I’m a bit rusty since my last artistic endeavor. But I did successfully draw the receptionist entitled it feather heart and toyed with it for the moment erasing lines and fixing shading, and before I knew it the work day was over. I threw the picture in the trash and walked out. But that was really to no avail, I was blocked by a very angry looking pony, possibly not at that moment but a generally angry pony poised in an unperturbed fashion, his eyes were fixated on me which I assumed was reason enough to meet him. I walked over.
His eyes met mine his were black as night yet a dark sullen blue, as if they have seen a lot he was a normal land pony medium build, brown mane and brown coat. He would be the definition of normal if not for one thing. A large pink scar down his face, the hair that once was, was now long gone and forgotten he must have really gotten into it with something, or somepony. “Welcome to the work force, I am Clarence your superior” his expression softened “well basically, I say it you do it. Then he stepped aside and let me pass feather heart floated by she seemed worried about something. I walked forward raising a hoof. She must have not seen it she just went on. I heard a noise, galloping when I looked to my left a mare’s bathroom flung open, and what stepped out was grotesque and horrible, it was once a mare would’ve been a beautiful one at that. But now that remains is a blood soaked shell of a pony. She was hurt, I ran up to her stepped close to help she leaped for me I backed up flipped, away and ran all I did was run, I ran outside and what I saw, was inconceivable fire, death screams, riots and royal guard ponies running.
“Hey you” I looked around I was scared I looked down an adjacent alleyway “yea you come here, it’s dangerous out there” I ran into the alley way and we walked quite a ways, and made it to a roof and looked down on the city that was basically ash. Balefire and brimstone rained down things exploded stores were being robbed and ponies were being hurt and I could do nothing about it. “Oh yea, I never introduced myself, well you know death and the destruction of a city can do that” he raised a hoof to bro hoof “I’m Nightpath nice ta meet’cha” I raised my hoof half-heartedly and hit his. He motioned towards a house, possible a haven no fire surrounded it and it was on the out skirts of Canterlot. We ran we had to get safe
Waking up blurry eyed and more tired than when I went to sleep the clank of bottles rang with every movement. That gash I had gotten recently isn’t healing up very good, it’s probably infected the doc can probably patch me up. Well when I get back to there, I will also have to go to a place I haven’t been in a while, I owe a good friend a visit. Since all of equestria has been in turmoil I might as well get me some breakfast, And maybe a little liquid warmth to get me through the day. I walked into a store the sign was destroyed, and the building was burnt, or otherwise singed around the edges. I walked in as gracefully as a 31 year old, hung-over stallion would have. And that I mean badly. I chided against broken glass and uprooted rebar. I spotted in the distance a can, of what I couldn’t see my mind wouldn’t focus I rubbed my face feeling the handkerchief fashioned into a medical mask. And I magically grabbed the can, moving it ever so slightly as to not hit any racks any unneeded sound I didn’t want. But just like that I noticed something. It was a pony a dead bony bones and organs and blood surrounded it a now very normal sight, it was a young stallion no older than 19. His skull had been smashed and its contents were only a fraction of what they were. But it wasn’t the pony I found interesting. He was lying in a pool of his on blood and he had, Whisky.
The sensations in my brain broke my concentration, the can I was levitating dropped with a painful thud, and I heard rustling in the background I tried to illuminate the darkness. My horn sputtered emitted light for a split second, and then it quit leaving me in darkness. I climbed my way over the broken door way and walked toward the pony.
Chapter 3: Meet the saint
In the cold dead night
Chapter 3: Meet the saint
I was bit I’m bleeding out, my visions fading and I can’t feel my haunches. I’m going to die aren’t I? I said telekinetically to the soothing yellow pony adjacent to me. I could feel the beautiful soothing voices in my head “No no, you’re going to be fine” she was covered in blood, but what I hadn’t noticed that it was mine, I was scared and sad for my family I couldn’t continue they’re story. A warm sensation filled me I laid back, letting the warm liquid pour from my side. I closed my eyes I could see my sister, and my house. Is this what it was like to feel at peace? Is this how life ends? But I had so much to do why does this have to happen to me, I tried so hard. Although I felt at peace, I also felt that someone needed me. I mustered my strength and walked on, through the all familiar steel locking doors the dead were seeping through like magical serum into a wound. I walked out getting bit here and there, but I couldn’t feel it I pushed the door shut from the opposite side, laid down closed my eyes for a little bit just for one quick nap.
Another day just like any other, my sister was trying to tidy up my hair like usual and I was putting on my outfit for the day college can’t live itself, can it? Me and my friend Carrot snip, always walked together he always said hi today was no different “hello saint” he said. The college wasn’t very far well at least it was right outside of Ponyville it wasn’t built to long ago. Twilight wanted to bring higher education to Ponyville. It was kind of cool to be in the ranks of the savior’s or equestria. Or at least a few of them, my sister zoomed by, she was a griffon she was adopted. She was cocky and annoying but she was energetic and fun and incredibly smart. When we reached the institute of Ponyville, we stepped in and were on our way to class I was a speech major I wanted to work in the equestrian government and help peace travel from here all the way to Saddle Arabia, I loved ponies and I have always had quite the way with words.
Mr. Whisper like usual, was sat at his haunches with a book hovered in front of his face, he was the infamous poetic speech teacher. He was a whiz at English and could bring any pony to his hooves, with words. He even mouthed off to the head of the school, Twilight sparkle I kid you not. He wanted better learning habits for his students and twilight thought that he was too hard on us. With a cunning grin on his face and a piercing gaze he left the room. When he returned he assured us we were having an extended day, in which he pulled up his book. Snickered then threw it across the room got up and motioned us out the door there he brought us through Ponyville. Learning how to speak and formally introduce ourselves, and how to successfully haggle.
But today was different the night before, while we were in our dorms ways away from Ponyville. A few of us heard, to say the least unsettling sound. They weren’t uttered by the pony folk and it was holiday weekend most ponies were off with their families I was still here, mainly because my only family is here my sister is all I have left. So I and a few professors stayed over. The other professors left today it was only me carrot snip and Dusk whisper. My sister was of doing something I suspected errands she acted like my mother; she would buy groceries and clothes. She tried her best to protect me even when I can take care of myself. I’m not a foal anymore, and I don’t want to like anything that I’m not but I’m not that anymore. We sat at the table in the study hall shooting philosophical questions around the room, we answer quite a few until a familiar face trudged through the door.
It was my sister, she was brutally injured it seemed like she had ripped off her own flesh, she was bleeding out at an enormous rate. I wasn’t a doctor I wasn’t even trained in anything of medical field I was scared. She was scared dusk jumped up and moved over. Grabbed a rag used to wipe chalk of the board. He doused it in magical liquid he just made out of nowhere. He pressed it to her wound the wound tried to close up. It was plain to see, her wound turned a disgusting green color it was rotting at a rapid rate. Carrot snip sat in the corner in fear, the professor was trying his best he was keeping pressure and healing her wounds, he was fatiguing I could tell. I put my horn to his to try and amplify his magic as soon as my horn touched his. He went to say something but I was consumed the magic burnt me out I flew across the room. I wasn’t damaged in any way I felt like crap but I was intact carrot snip strolled over and sat over me. To protect me I assumed, but he had a sullen stare. “No, NO, No” I heard a common voice spouting not too far away. “Please don’t die on me, please” his yell dies down to a whimper I moved my head to see.
I saw a desperate pony trying to resuscitate, a long dead griffon so well known for her strong sense of direction. And her wacky attitude, artisan draft was no more. I heard a cough and a choke, that wasn’t dusk. Artisan was moving; she sat up and clawed strongly, towards dusk. “Wha, What are you doing” he muttered until a claw dipped into his side ripping tendons and muscles he hollered in pain. “Hit her Mr. Whisper” I heard the desperate words leave Carrot snip’s mouth “Get him out of here” he replied carrot picked me up onto his back he was stronger than I’ve realized, we were moving past Mr. Whisper and into the hall. The sounds of screams of terror from the room we left I heard glass break, silence followed soon after. He was gone Mr. Whisper was gone. I closed my eyes for a little bit just for one quick nap. When I awoke I was alone in a broom closet, the janitors work station the door was barred there seemed to be no escape.
