>No one really knew how it all started, small reports on the news of bizarre events eventually just came out of nowhere until mass panic overtook everything.
>You were on your way to class when it hit your small town, as you walked on the side walk towards school you heard the sirens blaring.
>Shooting right past you several police cars, fire trucks and ambulances raced towards the center of town.
>It was a good thing you didn’t care about what was happening around you in the world, you simply continued on your way.
>Back then you were in your final year of high school, looking back on it you couldn’t even remember your classmates faces.
>Not that it mattered anymore, only one thing mattered now, and that was survival.
>It was another typical day, one step closer to graduation. Then one of the guys from another class barged in and started saying that they caught one in town.
>Caught what?
>He proceeded to turn on the small tv in the upper right corner of the room. Switching the channel to the local news everyone’s attention was on the screen.
>The image was shocking; the cameraman had the lens locked onto a small pastel colored equine.
>The same police cars which passed you earlier were there with the officers trying to catch the pony.
>Was this really happening? Eventually the police caught the small horse without harming it.
>The next few days were a relatively peaceful, then it happened again. One pony turned to two more appearing, two to four, and so on.
>With more ponies appearing on a daily basis people were becoming logically nervous. Why were they here and what did they want?
>Naturally with the surge in pony appearances everyone started to notice the decline in human population.
>So people put two and two together and figured it all out.
>No one could have predicted the events of the next few days. Everything began to fall apart, communications, social services, everything.
>Your parents, they were in Vegas for their vacation, were they safe?
>Luckily your dad being a paranoid prepper, had the house ready to survive without outside help for a sizeable amount of time.
>You used to watch them from the attic of your house, the ponies would wander the streets during the day.
>Days passed into weeks, you stopped seeing any humans leaving their homes.
>Which brings you to now.
>You are Anon, and for all you know you are the last human on earth.

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Log #1
>You clicked the mouse while the cursor hovered over the record button.
“Is this thing on? Yes! My name is Anon and it’s been 17 days since I spotted another human in town. As far as I can tell this virus or whatever it is, it’s some evil shit.”
>You lifted the laptop and brought it over to the window, opening the small flap you tried positioning the laptop so the camera could see outside.
>You thought with the breakdown of society it would look like something from 28 Days Later, but everything still looked about the same.
“I managed to figure out a few things on my own, firstly these things well they like humans. I mean really like humans.”
>You placed the laptop back down on the table.
“Jeff the guy from next door tried making a run for his car when everything started heading south, about ten of them got him, stripped him naked, and well….”
>You can still remember the screams.
“But anyway, next they can communicate, they plan things. I had to basically board up any opening to the house.”
“The one’s that fly tried coming down the chimney, I managed to frighten them off with a few bottle rockets, but I had to brick up the fire place for my own safety.”
>A crashing sound downstairs got your attention.
“Shit they’re trying to break in again!”
>You shut the laptop screen and ran downstairs.

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Log #2
>You managed to find a video camera on your latest food finding trip.
>Pressing the record button you held it at arm’s length and pointed at yourself.
“Alright its day 20 now, and things are starting to become really strange around here.”
>You began walking up the stairs to the second story of your home.
“Most of the ponies who now inhabit the town have taken to living in the houses.”
>Your narration was interrupted by what sounded like someone trying to start a lawnmower.
>You sprinted the last few steps and dashed to the bedroom. Open the blinds you peered outside and towards the location of the noise.
>One of the ponies had the mower now started and had begun walking around the neighbors lawn with his front hooves on the handle.
>Pointing the camera at this latest revelation, you began filming the spectacle.
“Forget what I said before, things have gone from strange to outright bizarre, God I hope I still have some beer in the fridge.”
>Shutting the camera off you headed back downstairs, your plan very simple: Get drunk.