>They say that the cold set in around fifty years ago, long before she was born into these frozen wastes
>Felt like they haven't encountered another pony in around as long, despite fleeing from the ruins of their home about three years back
>Lieutenant Anon E. Fill took a bite of her rations
>Nothing left but the packaging
>She threw it to the side and leaned back into her seat

>"I've never understood why you refuse to eat the apple core," the small black filly in front of her said.
>"Fuck off Nyx, I'm not eating poison. Besides, that's not an apple, it's our /rations/."
>Snow dusted off her purple mane as she turned her head around
>"Actually, if we're pretending to be in an apocalypse, shouldn't you be trying not to waste food?"
>Some yellow mare on the sidewalk giggled at the fillys' antics
>Anonfilly shot a glare at her
>She just giggled some more
>Damn this small horse body's innate cuteness!
>Anonfilly sighed and let out an aggravated grunt
>"I already told you, it's /poison/. No way in hell am I eating that."
>Nyx stopped and fully turned around
>She left a small circle of hoofprints in the snowy road at her hooves
>"I've eaten plenty of them and I'm fine!"
>"Yeah, but you're also an Alicorn."
>"Yeah, but so were you last week!"
>"Yeah, /but/ Purple took away my alicorn-ness, which means it probably took away any alicorn vigor too."
>"How can she even do that?!"
>"She's Purple, she can do anything."
>"I don't see how her coat color has anything to do with this."
>"You know what I mean."
>"I really don't."
>Anonfilly didn't comment any further
>After waiting around 10 seconds, Nyx sighed and started pulling the cart forwards again
>Finally, peace and quiet
>Anonfilly breathed a sigh of relief, looking around at the familiar site of Ponyville's town square
>The windows glowed warmly, and ponies trotted to-and-fro on their pony business
>Alright, where was she?
>Ah yes
>Frozen winter apocalypse

>Lieutenant Anon E. Filly scanned the desolate urban sprawl around her while her faithful tank chugged along beneath her, piloted by the moderately unbearable Private Nyx Sparkle
>Despite not seeing signs of any ponies around for what feels like forever, they had to keep a lookout for them
>Who knows when they might stumble across some crazy psycho pony with a rifle?
>Despite the ever-present threat of danger, the ruins were beautiful in their own right
>The way the snow sparkled and glistened off of the-

>"How long until it's my turn to ride in the cart?" Nyx blabbed out
>Anonfilly let out another aggravated sigh
>"How many times do I have to tell you not to interrupt my monologue!" she said as she grabbed the broom
>"Ack!" Nyx cried out as the straw end softly smacked against the side of her face
>"I'm sorry, I have no idea when you're doing it! You could have been asleep for all I know?!"
>Anonfilly let out a 'harumph' before dropping the broom back to it's place besides her seat
>"That's fine I guess. Remember the deal though. Since you have alicorn strength and all, we split it 20/80. Then at dinner, tonight and only tonight, I give you half my pudding."
>"Oh right, yeah! Can't wait to get my hooves on that delicious pudding!"
>Anonfilly leaned back into her makeshift blanket-towel pile that she called a chair with a smirk on her face
>Purple only made pudding on Sundays, and it was Saturday today
>Fucking retard
>Get outplayed


>Leuitenant Anon E. Filly had discovered a problem
>That problem being her stomach
>The earlier rations hadn't filled her up at all
>Even worse, it was the last of their stockpile
>They'd have to make a detour to scavenge for supplies
>Anonfilly cleared her throat
>"Private Nyx, we need to acquire more rations. If we don't find any by sunset, I'm afraid our journey may come to an end."
>"But Twilight said that she'd be making spaghetti aft-"
>You gently bapped her with the broom again
>"What was that, /Private/ Nyx? I couldn't quite catch that."
>Nyx sighed
>"Sir... don't we have more 'rations' at our home base? We'll be back long before sunset anyways."
>Nyx looked to the long-abandoned clocktower standing in the center of the grimly still city square
>By some miracle, it's internals continued to tick away
>2pm, it read
>"That may be true, but both of us leaving would be the perfect opportunity for bandits to raid our supplies. What will you do if we return home to an empty pantry?"
>Nyx's eyebrows furrowed
>Anonfilly interrupted her before she could come up with a response
>"Exactly! Now come, let us scavenge these nearby ruins. Thankfully the supplies we packed should make the task not-unbearable."

>Nyx pulled off to the side of the road and unhitched the cart
>Before the two fillies stood Bon Bon's Sweets Emporium
>Bits in-hoof, they trotted inside
>Nyx lead the way
>Canon fodder always went first after all
>Plus she'd leave a better impression, they decided
>Anonfilly's reputation preceeded her, especially after last week's endeavors
>The door swung open and the bell chimed
>"Who's- Oh hello there Nyx!" the candy-maker mare said cheerily
>"Hello Bon Bon! We're here for some candy!"
>Of course we are, idiot
>What else were they gonna buy at a candy store, meth?
>Anonfilly paused
>Note to self: candy stores would make excellent fronts for drug dealerships
>"We? Who's there with you? Is it Princess Twi-"
>The moment you stepped through the door, Bon Bon's voice shrivelled up and died like a sponge under a heat lamp
>"...you better not be using Nyx here as a distraction while you steal from my stock."
>Anonfilly puffed her chest out, indignation spread across her face
>"I would never! And I have no clue whe-"
>"You've done it twice already."
>Complete deadpan response
>Nyx looked back at Anonfilly with a mixture of hurt and confusion
>"You used me as bait while you /stole/?!"
>"To be fair, it worked at least once."
>Bon Bon's brow furrowed
>"Look, what do you want? I'd like that little green devil out of here as soon as possible."
>Good thing Twilight wasn't here, she'd go apeshit on her ass
>Then again, she /was/ a secret agent and all
>Anonfilly giggled internally
>Out of the two, she'd totally put her money on Bon Bon
>But she also would totally aggro Purple into the fight in the first place
>It'd be good to see her knocked down a peg
>Plus it'd be /great/ bait

>The two fillies returned from the collapsed ruins laden with goods
>They'd found the goldmine of rations
>They had plenty for not only the entire trip, but even some to add to the stockpile back at base camp!
>As Private Nyx settled back into the pilot's seat, Leiutenant Anon E. Filly took up her lookout position on the turret
>Admittedly, watching out for stray psycho ponies was about half the reason she did it
>The other half was just how beautiful the winter snow was
>She'd lived in this frozen wasteland her entire life, and had experienced countless winters before
>Yet they'd never grown old
>The way the snowflakes dance in the fine winter breezes
>Snowbanks piling high across buildings, coating them in a fine layer of white
>The icicles creeping down their sides
>Even the simple act of leaving prints in the snow, only for them to be wiped away as more snow settled in
>She loved it all
>The engine roared and their tank lurched forwards
>Anonfilly set her hind legs on their cargo, unwrapped a particularily sweet-flavored ration, and watched the world go by