Life. Life is what defines us, as ponies. It defines as living and breathing beings, beings worthy of the world set before us. But when our very world is stripped from us and life is taken and brought back as revolting beasts faster than you can blink, what are you to do? Are we to just survive? Hold out as long as we can against the walkers, live off of the dwindling supplies available? Is what Im doing so much different than what ever other pony is doing right now? Am I truly Surviving?