S is a zombie. He has no memories, no real identity and no pulse, like the rest of his kind. You'd almost think that he is just a little fragment of a big mass of non-thinking killing-machines, but that's only half the story. He is a little bit more different than the rest of his fellow Dead. He wants to breathe again. He wants to live.
-------------------------
Important author's note: This Fic is inspired by the great book 'WARM BODIES'. The first two chapters are highly orientated on the first pages of the book, so please don't tell me that I steal over and over again. I have planned a bunch of own ideas and a new storyline for the rest of the Fic, so relax and calm down ^^

Changelings are monsters, that's not a lie or an exaggeration of facts, I have to know it because I am one.
But I'm not exactly like them, I'm...different. I don't lurk in the shadows and try to absorb your love or something similar, I don't do such stuff. The others from my species disown me, they can feel that I'm not like them. I don't belong into their hive but I also don't belong to the rest of Equestria. I'm an outcast, hunted down for what I am and not for what I've done...
My name is Ling, and this is my story.