Lonely Road to Utopia

It had been a while since Clint had seen the train; maybe they got to wherever safely. Not like he cared; they probably would have told him to pay up for saving him.

He figured he was somewhere close to Houston by now; suspicions confirmed by the skyscrapers in the distance.

That's when he heard them, gunshots in the city. Now that wouldn't have been much cause for worry; besides the fact they came from his right, which was the same direction of the train tracks. Perhaps all debts had to be payed eventually.

Looking around he saw a trash can, best to leave his things somewhere. Pulling his pistol from it he shoved the bag in and the pistol in his belt.

Taking a good run for the tracks he saw the familiar colorful carts of the train. "Figures." Now the fly caught the spider. Sighting in his rifle he aimed at the first man shooting at the train. Sorry brother."

He took in a good breath and exhaled. CRACK! The rifle spat fire from the muzzle at the .30-06 round left it. The man on the receiving end barely had time to turn his head when the round pierced his side. It ripped through him, piercing both lungs and his heart.

He cycled the bolt, a few more to go. The next man tried being smart, heard the rifle crack and tried dropping to avoid getting shot. Clint had been aiming for his center mass, when he dropped he put the round through his throat.

Then he felt the dirt next to him spit up as a round hit it. Cycling the bolt he looked for the man, coming at him with a .22 revolver. Rolling his eyes he pulled his .45 from his belt and shot the man in the chest.

Putting the rifle around himself he began to move in wit the .45, time to show what American classics can do.

He saw a guy beating on the door of the train door with a rock. Walking up behind him he put the gun to the back of his head and pulled the trigger, both chunks of head and smoke coming from the guys mouth.

Turning he saw a guy coming at him with a ball bat. He swung high from the right side, allowing clint to drop to the left and the man to miss. From his spot on the ground he easily had a shot at the mans head. He pulled the trigger twice, one round hitting him in the upper chest and the next going through the bottom of his mouth and into his head.

Looking over he saw one more man smashing the locks on the train car with the butt of his gun. Clint stood and finished the clip in the mans back.

Grumbling he walked up and banged on the train door. "It's safe, open up."

"Password." Said a man sounding very southern from inside.

"What?"

"I need the password."

"What password?"

"They gave it out at the meeting 15 minutes ago!"

"Meeting? What meeting? I was out here!"

"Not supposed to let anyone in without it!"

Clint sighed and walked to the next door. "Does anyone remember Clint?" He yelled at a broken window.

"He was that cowpoke that Fluttershy bandaged up a while ago." Sounded like the tomboy.

"He just saved your asses. Look outside." Some of the women cautiously peaked through the windows down at him. After a second they disappeared and the train door opened. Out stepped the one with dark hair and the pink streak, and the cowgirl.

The one with dark hair walked up and extended her hand. "Thank you Clint. I don't think we ever officially were introduced. I'm Twilight Sparkle."  He took her hand and shook it.

It was only know that he realized how tall he had become. The woman affront him was quiet tall and he still had to look down at her. "Yeah, well I hope this settles any score we had."

He began to walk away when the same voice from the door earlier called out. "Hold on just a daggon minute! Ya saved mah hide as well! So we got a score now too!" This guy already sounded annoying.

He turned to see a guy with a cowboy hat and a vest on coming toward him. "Mister that's fine, whatever score you think we had is settled." Clint really didn't wanna deal with this guy.

The man smiled and whistled at the train cart. Out came a tall, midnight black Appaloosa horse. "It will be if ya except ol' Midnight blossom here." The horse walked over to Clint and nuzzled him lightly.

Clint smiled and began to pet the horse. "Deal." Looking over he saw the cowboy and the cowgirl arguing, apparently this horse was important.

Putting one foot in the stirrups he hefted himself into the saddle. Motioning Midnight over he waited by the man. "Thank ya for this mister..."

The man smiled and extended his hand. "Call me Breaburn!" Clint took his hand and shook before turning back and heading toward his bag.

When he reached the bag he he heard the train whistle sound and the wheels begin to move. Grabbing his bag he secured it to the saddle and headed back to the platform; just see if them bandits had anything useful on them.

He stopped Midnight and began searching the first guy. While he was doing that Midnight trotted up and started digging a hoof at he next guy.

Clint stood and walked over to see what it was going for. Moving the guy revealed he had an IPod in his back pocket. Clint picked it up and hit the power button, half power. Seeing as power had been out since 2 months after the end, dams and solar panels being a select few's power supply, he decided to dig around and see what they had.

On the last guy, after finding a good supply of things to fix/ clean his weapons with, he found a small solar charger and a cord for the music device. Turning it on he saw it didn't have a password, just swipe to open. He put one of the ear-buds in and hit shuffle on the music screen.

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Jumping up he got on the horse and started of north east, it was finally time. With everyone gone he had no one to make him do things before he was ready; he was to decide when he was ready.

2 years, 5 months, 1 week, 3 days, 15 hours and 30.11111111111115 seconds had passed, and now it was time.