The earth pony is a zombie, something typically presented as tireless, ubiquitous, and uncaring as death itself. A single zombie is a nuisance, so long as no one gets close to it. A group of zombies can be disastrous. They are not an opponent to confront but a force to withstand, a numberless horde whose numbers grow with every person who succumbs to their endless ranks. Driven only by a single instinctual urge, they cannot be reasoned with, only confronted.

The beehive and stitching indicate that Apple Bloom is the Bride of Frankenstein’s Monster; not just a creature born of man’s hubris and the quest for knowledge untempered by wisdom, but the second such creature. The mistakes of the past were blithely ignored and reality dismissed in the pursuit of an ideal that could never be. Unspeakable acts were performed to realize a twisted vision. And when she rose from the slab, she was horrified by her own existence.