Two children in a war zone find themselves orphaned and fending for themselves. While foraging for food amongst the rubble, they find two unexpected things; a pink pony plushie and something else, altogether more sinister.
W-what," Pinkie swallowed nervously as she tried to speak, finding her throat was suddenly very dry. "Are you?" It seemed to stare at her for a few seconds, its dark eye sockets peering directly into her soul. "Death."
Problems are something everyone in Equestria has to deal with, big or small. Some problems have obvious answers, some don't. And sometimes, a pony chooses to deal with their problems on their own, no matter how much help they really want.