People like to talk about what they would do in a post-apocalyptic scenario. They might be farmers, or be scavengers, or maybe leaders of the new world, or even the big damn heroes that save us all from whatever atomic wedgie monster has come to destroy Earth. As for what I would do? Well, I'd die, probably. The early days of a depopulation event have no place for the physically unfit, and rest assured I was not a fit man. Sound of mind, but not of body.

But as it turns out, emotional stability is far more valuable than I originally thought it would be. Nearly all of humanity has vanished, and everybody left behind has been transformed into some variety of small horse, and they're all too busy losing their minds to consider basic self-preservation.

I guess strong minds are just as important as strong bodies. And whatever caused all of this decided I should have both.

I ain't complainin'. Much.

A Ponies After People sidestory.