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// The Dead Zone 
// Story: Dying Night 
// by KinkeyPanCake 
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Infected. That's the name the royal family gave them.

Biters, Walkers, Chewers, Roamers... The list goes on and on.

Today is the Four thousand 'anniversary' day since the outbreak. To contain the outbreak they sealed off Ponyville's borders, a 'Dead Zone'. From Sweet Apple Acres all the way to the Everfree Forest, from there to Union City that we suspect the outbreak originated from, all the way to Union Bridge and Union island, the water area. No one dared to get close to that place, Heavy P.E.R.C activity isn't something you want to bump flanks with. With no way of getting off the area, Union Island is where the boats will be. If there are any. Plus, they casted a shield spell that won't let the infection spread outwards. 

Four thousand days, thirteen hours and six minutes...

That's the time I'm stuck inside this shithole. The icing ontop was that the royal family built a real solid wall behined the magical shield itself, so when the magical shield barricade will shut down, we still need to climb on fifty meters of solid concreate, dig under the underground minefield or punch through the 15 meters thick magical-reinforced wall... 

I gave my entire life to them. I served under the princess of the night, Princess Luna herself. I fought in the one of the many Changeling Invasions, I even confronted Discord for fuck's sake! I was injured dozens of times, I got a nice amount of kills even before the Dead Zone. But the second I became a little sloppy... They just threw me aside like a used piece of paper.

Inside the Dead Zone are barely a thousand and so living survivors. Other than that, there are ten times the amount of regular infected. Then there are the infected animals, mainly dogs. The Riot Guards, wearing their fancy Solar golden plated armor, along with their golden riot shields. Then there are the P.E.R.C, or Ponykind's Equestrian Risk Control, scientists and soldiers. Equipped with their 'new' kind of weapon: Guns. It took only a month for them to implement a devistating projectile-shooting weapon that wasn't a bow and arrow. From pistols to shotguns and even to heavy machineguns. Though pretty rare now in the Dead Zone.

Combine all of this with the idea that I'm already bitten, but yet to 'turn'. Ponyville was evolving quite alot before the outbreak. Since it was the home of Princess Twilight Sprakle, she took control over the city and built towering sky scrapers, mass transit fuel-based vehicles and even flying vehicles such as helicopters and airplanes. A real testement really.

The life inside the Dead Zone isn't as bad as one will think it is, yes there are the infected, the Volatiles, Rioters, Infected animals and bandits. But other than that? Mainly blood, guts, horrors, more blood, massacres, killing, traumas... Did I mentioned blood?

Anyways, it's not as bad as you might expect, we have some traders here who are kind enough to sell their weaponry rather than shoot us in the balls and take our hard-earned supplies.

But at least there's a silver lining: Every few weeks there is a supply drop from P.E.R.C, it's used for the P.E.R.C personnal, but fuck them, we need supplies too. The whole area is dry-clean from supplies for three years now. And the number of infected is growing every single day. The terrifying part is, we don't know if they succeded sealing the outbreak inside the dead zone. But if they didn't, they won't send the drops, but use them themselves.

There is only two questions on every survivor's mind right now:

How, but mainly:

Why?