(it's fine by me! Pinke is going to fade out now.)
Pinkie Pie looked apprehensively at Jefferson as he explained the plan to get help at the hotel - just make noise and someone will come? Pinkie had been doing that for hours, or was it days now? She couldn't remember. All she did know was that with each step away from the path she was crawling around earlier made her more and more weak.
"I -- I can't do this anymore." She sobbed as the just kept walking with the guiding light from the lantern. Each step made her more and more tired.
Eventually, she slowed down to a staggering crawl behind Hershel, "I am sorry." She said with such sadness as she looked at the three companions she made, "I can't keep going." Her body shuddered from exhaustion, the fog around them grew denser around Pinkie Pie. It engulfed her feet at first, and for once in her life, she didn't struggle against it. It slowly crept it's way up her legs, snaking around her body like a warm blanket. Pinkie Pie sighed and looked up a final time at the three men, she gave them a tiny wave as the fog wrapped around her head and then receded, leaving nothing but a small glow of hoof prints from where she once stood. A tiny essence marking itself in the Further as it stole another soul.