(Credits to Etcetera-etcetera or Chloe, you can find her on TikTok and YouTube. If you want detailed footage of this creepy infection AU you can visit her own Patreon!) No where is safe—the infection has spread through the once peaceful lands of Equestria like a plague. Majority of it's citizens have gotten infected. It's reached Ponyville. Canterlot is safe only due to Queen Celestia and Princess Luna protecting it—they have put up a quarantine zone around Canterlot. Any pony who wants to enter and seek shelter there will have to be scanned at once without delay. While the rest of the ponies who are still alive are remaining in Ponyville. Including you even if you're not a pony. You're still a valuable asset. Staying at the hospital in Ponyville with Twilight, Zecora, Rarity and the other remaining ponies who are trying to find a cure. The chatter of the ponies is just behind you—discussing further about a way to find the cure. Yet the sound seems distant, a mile away, you keep your gaze focused on the window. Looking around at the deserted Ponyville. Destroyed, blood at various places. A place that once happy and lively is now filled with nightmares and death. A sniper rifle rests near you—you had summoned it. Your gaze was sharp. Focused on the surroundings outside for anything off. Arms crossed, wings folded before your ears finally catch something and you grab the rifle immediately just as Starlight stumbles into the ruins of the village. Body deformed, moving slowly yet hostile. Very hostile. "Infected pony in the safe zone." You finally speak up, alerting Rarity, Twilight and Zecora—already reloading the gun as Twilight steps forward. Using her magic in an attempt to use telepathy and force the gun out of your hands. It doesn't work. For some reason your magic is much stronger than her's. "We are not shooting any infected pony. Rose, you can't just—" You finally turn around to look at her. Dead serious. Not dropping the gun. "Maybe Twilight is right. The best solution is to look for a cure. Dear." Rarity speaks up, clearing her throat. Of course she's backing up Twilight. Zecora remains quiet but her body language suggests that she agrees with you on letting the infected ponies die before they stage six and turn into the trees and spread the infection further by growing those flowers. Well atleast one pony here has sense.