They used to sleep in their beds, not a care in the world, but then it changed. The only ponies that survive are…different, they were more lethal than a timber wolf on crystal meth and steroids, they could kill, even bare-hoofed. This was the problem. They didn't trust each other, they robbed, rapped, and murdered each other. Each survivor was insane, except for three out of a few hundred. They weren't insane, they were just as sane as they were when it all started…That's what they told themselves, anyway.