The year is 2038, a mere four years after the civil war started and eight months after it ended. The war absolutely devastated the entire population of Equestria and had an extremely detrimental affect on the rest of the world, considering the largest trading country on the planet has now been utterly demolished. The Wasteland is now inhabited by creatures of all sorts, most are dangerous and not normally seen on the non-irradiated landscape. On the intelligent end of the spectrum, factions were born from the ashes of the Equestrian government, forming small city-states within the Equestrian borders. This narration of this aftermath in particular focuses on a group of ponies not affiliated with any faction. A self-governed group of survivors with multiple skill sets and roles (dare I say, "classes"). Within the confines of this story are hardships aplenty. Continue if you dare.