Among the decaying wrecks of train cars and locomotives long since forgotten and rusted by time two survivors of the apocalypse prepare for the impending night. Entrails coils around Bloodlust as the sun begins to set. With the upper atmosphere of the pony planet completely blanketed by ash both the days and nights are especially cold now. A barrel of burning garbage and tar will suffice as a source of heat for the long night. The vultures will not bother these two tonight for if they venture too close Entrails will be enjoying a nice Vulture snack.