“Report #1 - Starting the investigation”
“This is, Derpy Hooves on a special assignment on the Island of Shining Diamonds... I’m investigating animal poaching and shipments of illegal material, not only ruining the balance of the ecosystem here but costing the ponies of Shining Diamonds billions of poached animals and goods stolen here and shipped out of their island. I’ve been told that my life might be in danger as those behind this illegal activities will stop at nothing to protect their... ‘Criminal Enterprise’.
As a precaution i will be leaving a trail of recordings and/or writings wherever I go, so that if there were something happen to me, the truth will still be told...
I’m leaving now to meet with an informant who I believe... can rip the lid off of this investigation...
Notes:
The weather is hot, with a chance of rain this afternoon, ponies especially celebrities are coming to this prestigious island for a vacation... this was the most beautiful Island at the entire land of Equestria, since its famous for its hospitality and kindness of the islanders, on the west is a city known as, Ramby. They say that, that city was dangerous since it holds some juvenile activity going on there every day... there are also tribes living in the far eastern forest, where the poaching was taking place, I might be able to go there now, but I have to meet up with the informant. I am hoping that I can leave early so that I may start this investigation at its full priority...
“Report #2 - Meeting the Informant”
“I’m approaching the location where I am to meet with my informant... I must say, everything seems oddly...quiet, and deserted here... I’m a little concerned that my informant has been exposed.” Derpy sighs. “I hope he’s alright... the door seems to be ajar... Mr. Cloud Walker? Hello, anypony here?”
Derpy opens the door of the house then looks around. She soon sees the entire place covered in blood.
“Oh, my~... Celestia... Holy smokes... There’s uh... there's blood everywhere. I don’t see a body though... Mr. Cloud Walker?”
As soon as Derpy walks to a corner, she was soon tackled by a mare pony.
“Ugh! WHAT THE BUCK?!” Derpy struggles, keeping the enraged pony at bay. “GREAT CELESTIA! SHIT! Ugh! Ugh!”
Derpy ultimately grabs a lamp and smashed it on the pony, at it slumps down the floor she slams the lamp once more, killing it instantly.
“Oh my Celestia... Whoever that was... ugh... I think I just killed her! Bashed her head with a fucking lamp! She was out of her mind! She tried to bite my for Celestia’s sake!” Derpy gasped and wheezed for air, trying to get a hold of herself of what she just experienced. “She must have been... seventy years old!” Derpy looks at the body, saying as what she was seeing in her eyes.
Then she heard a noise on the back of the house... somepony groaning.
“S-somepony else is back there... I gotta...I gotta get out of here...” Derpy whispers to the recording, as she heads out of the house ending the voice recording.
Notes:
In all my years of delivering mails and being an investigative reporter for the past year, I have never... EVER seen something like that! It was...it was insane! Fuck that... what else should I do, let her bite me?! Shit... Well, I’m leaving this damn place and get started on my investigation instead, screw that informant! I don’t need him anyway...
“Report #3 - Chaos in the streets.
Derpy gasp for air, as she rides the cart away from the house... “Whoo.. fuck... uhh... I have to throw away my jacket, uh... there was so much blood on it. Uhh... I would go to the authorities of the island, but uh... yeah, I’m afraid they wouldn’t believe this... that a psychotic seventy year old mare attacks me and forced me to kill her? Phew~”
Suddenly the cart stops because of a traffic jam on the road ahead.
“Uhh... there... there seems to be a traffic accident, uhh... gosh, it is even more chaotic than usual out there today... uhh, uhh. excuse me, driver? Any idea what's going on? I mean, w-why are those ponies~ g-gah, uh.. I got an idea why don’t we- why don’t we turn around, it looks like~”
Before Derpy can even finish her sentence, a pony rams the cart screaming and runs at the opposite direction.
“Oh my Celestia! What the fuck?! I don’t know. We might be in a middle of a terrorist attack here...uhh... Ponies are running in panic, covered...covered in blood!”
As Derpy documents her experience, a bloodies pony walks by and attacks the driver while another goes to the window near Derpy is sitting and starts to break it.
“Oh my stars... Mother of~ Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Notes:
I ended up in the slums, at the City of Ramby... I must say, this place doesn’t lift up to nice factor... In fact, there are a lot of teenage ponies who robs others for their own gain. Even the houses here isn’t safe from a break in, even at day they don’t care if they get see or spotted by police, because they got their hooves full on something else... I took shelter on the slums, trying to piece out what just happened out there... Dear Celestia, what is happening here...
“Report #4 - Hiding in the Slums.
“Okay, is thing on? Testing? Testing?” Derpy starts to document her explorations again. “A few other survivors and I have made it to the city to find food and shelter. We’re holed up in the slums, hiding in a rat-infested building.” Derpy stops for a breather, as hammering sounds echoes through the background.
”We’re trying to fortify it the best we can to keep out…keep out what?” Derpy turns to the pony behind her and asked, but only to be ignored. “
“Keep out... I don’t even know what. It’s like something out of a Tia-damn horror story. It's gotta be some kind of an illness. But I'm not a doctor, I don't know what kind. But what I do know is that ponies appear to die and then they get up, they rise up and… their minds are gone. They attack those who I presume aren’t infected yet and…I know this is going to sound really crazy, but they eat pony flesh.” Derpy then hears moaning and yelling outside the house where she and some other ponies are hiding.
“Did you hear that? They’re massing outside. Shit. They know we’re in here. Ponies need to know what’s happening here. It’s the only reason I’m still recording these fucking messages. So ponies will know what--”
Just then, the barricades didn’t hold on too much, as the infected crashed inside the building
“Oh, shit, shit, they’re getting in!”
(Recording cuts off)
Notes:
Damn it! All those ponies... Shit! I managed to get out, and hid on to another house to take notes, but this is the last time I’m writing... from this point on, I’ll mainly use my recordings instead of writing... I have to leave as soon as possible, the infected is still out there....
“Recording #5 - Message for the Family.
“I’m so sorry, Whooves... I’m really...so sorry. I know I haven’t been there for you and Dinky. I know I haven’t been the best wife or mother. I know you told me I’m always on the road…always working on the next story. And... surprise! You're right. But I’m recording this for you and I’m hoping someone will find it, because I don’t think I have much time. I’m hiding in the back of a small store. They don’t know I’m here, but I can hear them. They’re looking for me. Dinky, I’m so sorry I won’t be there for you. Won’t see your fly games or help you with your homework, not that I was ever very good at that...” Then, the infected rushes inside...
“Fuck...!!!”