It had started in the small parts of Equestria, and quietly spread, unnoticed. Then when the nightmare began , it was too late. There was no cure. There was no hope. The disease started with hallucinations, then a burning sensation much like a fever: burning, searing hot, yet freezing cold at the same time.And then, the madness began. Shrieking and sobbing, horrible fits of jerks and flailing. Aster thought there may have been other symptoms, but he kept his distance from those riddled with sickness. He didn't want to catch it.There were some ponies couldn't handle it, and were droven mad. Either way, the victim eventually died.
Aster shuddered, and curled into a ball. He was currently hiding in a small shack, which seemed as if it would fall apart any moment. His armor lay forgotten besides him. He had ran away long ago. The desperate shrieks and screams, cries for sanctuary and help... it was too much. He was never made to be a guard.Besides, authority was falling apart just as much as this shack was. Equestria was turning into an anarchy, and crime lurked all over.
The former guard gave something of a small whimper, as he thought of his leaving. Nopony had taken kindly to it. But was it so wrong? He just wanted to be safe. He never wanted this! He never asked for this! Suddenly, he flinched as he heard a soft knock on the door. Somepony was here. Is it another victim? A thief? A murderur?
" Stay away! STAY AWAY!" Aster yelled. " I can't help you! Go away!" he said, on the verge of tears.