It happened quickly, almost as if someone had flipped off a light switch. The sun died, shrouded in insidious black smoke, leaving us in darkness, and a regular mare is left alone to fend for herself in an unfamiliar world. Or perhaps she's not so regular after all, because she seems to have attracted the attention of a few unwanted visitors, and somebody is watching from the shadows, tracing every step she takes through the damned wasteland.