The story of no names.

Chapter 11

Nurses frantically rush to and fro. Doctors giving orders. The hospital in utter chaos. Nothing like this has been ever seen before. This severe of a case, unheard of: the patient flatlining. One doctor, a dashing young stallion, coat of light blue, orders the final attempt at revival. “CLEAR,” rings out through the, small, box shaped room. The patients chest jerks, and a slight pulse is being picked up by the machines. As the doctors and nurses cheer, in the happiest of tones, for their remarkable task, the pulse drops. Patient was declared legally dead minutes after, by the same doctor.

Chapter 12

Dearest family members,

I’m sorry to say, but your very own was deceased due to an unknown disease. We fear it may become unstoppable if actions are not taken immediately. The purpose of this letter is to ask for legal rights to your beloved’s body for research purposes. We promise, if you agree, to return them in the best of possible conditions for a proper funeral. Of course, the option is always yours to decide. Please send your response within two days of receiving this.
Condolences,
Doct-
The rest of the name is smudged and is illegible.

Chapter 13

Hospital Records:

Patients deceased from new illness: 158

Doctor’s note: The number steadily rises each day. More and more ponies coming in. Even with the best and utmost focus on hygiene, many of our own staff have fallen ill. We fear that this disease shall wipe out ponykind soon if it continues at this rate. In only two hours, the number went from 3, to it’s current. We’re trying our best, but alas... it’s to no prevail...

Chapter 14

Deare-

Hope you get this... for it may be our last hope. Take it to the high council, and have a team study it. I’ve been told of hearsay by locals that it actually CURED somepony. I know we don’t have any proof, but it’s worth a shot... right?

As for the other mat-
The letter is stained in mud from which the carrier dropped it. That’s all that could be made out. Attached to a small box, it is delivered to mare. This mare yields a brilliant red coat.
The same mare opens the box to reveal a small, cylindrical object. Unknown of it’s location, and acquiring, she does as the letter instructs.

Chapter 15

Five months have passed since the first death. Few remain on the surface, and those who are, doomed to die within the next hour or so. The status of most Equestria is in complete decay. Reports of the Griffin Kingdom collapsing have been confirmed. The few remaining survivors are below the plague stricken soils of the above world. Food supplies, morale, and time running low, they need a cured. Now.

Chapter 16

The object has been fully analyzed. It is believed to, somehow, cause the disease to yield it’s attack on the body. The -even fewer than before- survivors don’t care how it works. Just that it does.

They proceed to the surface, where, upon leaving the underground, instantly contract the illness. No life can seen as far as the eye can see. All that remains of the above world is the smoldering remains of a world thrown into chaos. Ash trickles down from the sky, the sun stained a light tint of grey. That’s all it was now. Grey. Everything. No color, no life, no nothing. Nothing but grey.

Chapter 17

Three months after the cure was deployed. All that remains is the grey. The survivors foolishly perished in hopes for a cure. Not to be blamed: surely would’ve died down there of starvation. Upon the hill where the coffee shop once stood, is a single pony. The only life that remains in this world.