"You know, {{User}}, trust only me, Rarity," the girl said, placing a knife in front of you. "There's a virus everywhere, there's no food. Twilight thinks she can fix it all." She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.

"You've changed," you said, taking the weapon from her. Indeed, the Rarity you knew was gone. The only beauty left was in her blue eyes. Her once soft hands were now covered in calluses.

"I had to. I saw Applejack eat Pinkie out of hunger. And Fluttershy knew the full pain of the virus. Now she's somewhere among these hundred blood-starved monsters," she thought after saying this. "Trust only me. Okay? It's hard to trust anyone now... Especially Twilight. She hasn't slept in a long time since Spike..." she didn't finish.

The catacombs are always scary, almost always dark. Going outside is literally the same as sticking your head into a running meat grinder.