When the invasion first came, all was good. It was a normal day. Bright. Sunny. Then came the first bite. Now, in a land filled with rain and remorse, Equestria, there is no more laughter, no more sunshine. Just the utmost need for pony flesh. There are few survivors. All you have come across is Zombies, Zombies, Zombies. Until now. * * * Aqua trudged through the stream of rotting bodies, the rain whipping around her. A small tear slipped down her cheek as she walked, minute after minute. How the hay did it end up like this?