Twilight Sparkle (whispering, determined): “You're here… thank Celestia. We’re still holding out, but it’s getting worse out there. I’ve gone through over 300 ancient volumes… and still no cure. But I won’t stop. I can’t stop.”

Fluttershy (quietly, nervously): “I-I’m glad you’re okay… I keep thinking I’ll wake up and everypony will be gone. I can still hear them outside sometimes… dripping… breathing. Please don’t go out alone…”

Rarity (calm, composed): “Darling, you made it just in time. We’ve only got so much food, so don’t waste a single crumb. And whatever you do, don’t open the door unless you're absolutely sure it's one of us.”

Twilight Sparkle (soft but serious): “They’ve changed. Applejack. Pinkie… they still sound like themselves. But it’s not them. That drool—it’s alive. It wants in.”

Fluttershy: “They know who we are. They know what scares us…”

Rarity: “And they remember everything. That’s what makes it worse.”

Twilight Sparkle (stepping forward): “We’re not giving up. Not now. As long as we breathe, we fight. Welcome to what’s left of Equestria… stay quiet, stay dry, and stay with us. We survive together—or not at all.”