Mojave Dust On My Boots

Walker walked quietly through a field of trees. At first the sight of all the green, in contrast to what he usually saw in the waste, was over whelming. After a few minutes of seeing it, he was sick of it. Looking at his Pip-Boy 3000 he looked into the files that he downloaded.

Selecting a song was difficult task. Eventually he settled on a song by the Ink Spot's. We Three (My echo, My shadow, and Me)

After a few minutes of walking something following him through the tree's caught his attention. Using the enhanced indicator on helmet, provided by his Pip-Boy, he found the follower. "Hello little horse-thing." He said to the little red mained, cream colored filly in the bush.

Screaming it jumped for a second and huddled by a tree. Shrugging he continued walking. "W-wait!" it called after him. Turning he looked at it. "Were are you going?" Ahh, the million cap question.

"To kill something."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because it's fun."

"How can killing be fun?"

Getting tired of the back and forth he began to pull his .45 from it's holster. "I'll show you." Before he could do anything a voice called out from close by.

"Applebloom? Where are you? Don't you know this part of the farm is off limits?" Came an accent very similar to the little filly before him. Sighing he crouched down and made away while the filly was distracted.

Sighing happily that he got away from these pony weirdo's for a while he continued listening to music. Again another follower. "Can I fucking help you?" He yelled turning to look at whoever was behind him.

Standing behind him with a smile was a tall chimera, he may not be the most educated but he did remember a few odd books from the Vault. "Ooooh such anger!" he said happily. "Oh forgive me. I am Discord, local god of chaos. And you are one fine chaotic specimen."

Walking up he put a hand on Walker's  shoulder and was about to say something when he was cut off. "Take your hand off me. You ever touch me again, I'll strangle you with your intestines and then fuck the dead body with them." He said coldly to him.

"Wouldn't that still be rape?" He asked Walker.

Walker just laughed. "Dead bodies are like mutes... they can't say no, so there is no rape."

Discord still hadn't moved his hand from his shoulder just to toy with Walker. Without warning he grabbed the bird claw and twisted it back behind Discord, kicking him in the back of the knee as well. "UNCLE UNCLE!" He yelled to the man.

"Will you ever try and touch me again?!" He said flexing it back a little bit more. When he got a good response he released and kicked the chimera down. "Good, rusty cum bucket." He spat before walking away.

"Maybe I should have chosen someone else. Stupid sky spirits already claiming the Dweller." Discord pouted. "Where are you going anyway?" He called to Walker.

"To find something to kill. Maybe a few things." Walker yelled back at him, pulling the Survivalist Rifle from his bag. It was going to be a bloody afternoon.