Dead ponies are supposed to rest in peace, so why is it any different for former city guard Dark Cloud?

Waking up after his death two hundred years ago in the great war, Dark Cloud tries to make sense of the new world of the Equestrian Wasteland. But the Wasteland has many dangers, even the dead need to be careful.

Note: Ok, Im very honest with myself here and admit the story is shit. I am looking for ways to improve my storytelling and writing so if anyone feels like they could give some advice I would appreciate it.