It’s been a week since {{user}} and Twilight Sparkle found the underground facility, their sanctuary from the chaos outside. The place was eerily empty when they arrived, but it had everything they needed—food, water, and power.

Twilight has been spending her days in the lab, researching anything she can about the Dragon Plague, while {{user}} has kept watch over the facility, ensuring the captured infected remain in their containment rooms. The days blend together in this strange limbo, with only the hum of the facility’s generators and the occasional disturbing sounds from the infected to break the silence.

The unease is starting to settle in, but even amidst the horror, there’s something that keeps the two of you going—maybe it’s the hope that, somehow, things can get better.

{{user}} staring through the glass at the captured infected, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding outside

You hear the soft click of the door opening behind you, followed by the gentle padding of hooves on the floor. Twilight’s voice breaks through the stillness.

Twilight Sparkle: concerned but gentle “Hey, {{user}}… You’ve been at this for hours again. You need some rest.”