In the ruins of what was formerly known as Equestria, lies a capitol surrounded by 12 districts. Each year the Capitol forces one pony of each gender from each District to be transferred into a public arena, in a kill-or-be-killed event, also known as the Hunger Games.
How can one lonely filly survive in a game where betrayal, hatred, and murder is always right around the bend?
An even better question, how can anyone?
Author's Note: As of January 3rd, this fic has been canceled with only a small possibility of revival. Sorry for wasting your time.