A full moth has passed since Sunset arrived in Zebrica. She is now huddled in a foldable army cot in a cave near the front lines. The night is alive with bullets, mortar shells, and the occasional klaxon. Normally a pony would be unable to sleep in such conditions, but when you've experienced a month like Sunset has, you're out like a night light.
Darkness overcame her before she even had time to get in a comfortable position. She was looking forward to sleep, the mere concept has been lost to her ever since she got to Trench Bravo, and this was the first time she'll be able to sleep in a cot.
The darkness was soon overtaken by fire. Sunset's eyes widened in panic as she realized the world around her was the thing on fire. The sky was dripping red with the blood of innocent fillies and colts. The ground was made out of soft bodies that squelched with every step. The trenches were filled with empty shells and casings.
She traveled over the morbid landscape with uneven gaits, stumbling over everything and nothing. Her eyes soaking in everything and it was then did she realized that that sentence was quite literal. She screamed out in horror as her eyes felt like they were too big for her skull while simultaneously being incredibly small and very likely to fall out of their sockets.
Sunset wailed as she realized that the terrible oozing in her eyes wasn't stopping anytime soon and took off in search of water, but every body of water she came across was tinged yellow from chemical bombings. She collapsed after the seventh failed pond and sobbed in despair.
Then without warning, a face erupted from that very pony, but half of the face was missing, exposing the fleshy and bone bits. Sunset's throat was parched else she would've been screaming her head off, so instead, she resorted to whimpering and throwing rocks at it. The head growled in response.
Just as she had thought she had gathered enough strength to gallop out of there, a hoof erupted from the fleshy earth and grabbed a foreleg. Before she could kick the offending hoof away, another one erupted and latched on to her as well. Then, before she knew it, she was drowning in severed limbs, all dripping with blood.
Sunset bolted awake, sweat pouring down her face in the gallons. Her mouth still open in a silent scream, her hooves frantically touching herself to make sure she was indeed alive and whole. After the third check, did she allow herself to relax slightly. It was just a dream, wasn't it?