Fallout Equestria: Don't Fear The Reaper

Fallout Equestria: Don’t Fear The Reaper

By: The Zealot

Chapter 1

Many years ago, in the Marejave Desert...

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock at the standard time of 6:00am. I groaned as I was awoken from my slumber, lazily turning off the clock with a slam of my hoof. I sluggishly pushed the covers off of my form, forgetting the temperature that I would enter after the heat my covers provided was gone. I groaned once more as I fell from my bed to the hard metal floor of my room, that woke me up right quick. I got to my hooves, moving pieces of my mane from my eyes, so as to see. I went over to my dresser and pulled a moderately clean suit of stable barding from the drawer. I walked over to the bathroom that was off my room. Taking a few minutes to brush my teeth and fix my mane, keeping one lock of charcoal black and grey mane over my left eye and having the rest frame my face while still being behind my head. After that I brushed out my charcoal black mane so it was presentable, finally I opened my door and was greeted by the horribly bright lights that lined the ceilings of the stable. I lived alone, my mother had died giving birth, and my father met his fate in an unfortunate accident in engineering. Over time, I had grown to accept that, it still saddened me when I saw the portrait that had been painted of them both on their wedding day, but I was happy by the fact that the were surely watching over me from the great beyond.

As I left my room I used my magic to grab the coat that was on the rack by the door, it was a rather light dark black, darker than my fur and closer to what I’ve read a moonless night on the surface used to look like before the war. It had many pockets on it, inside and out. I started walking towards the cafeteria, my first stop before going on to my job inside the security wing, I didn’t work as a guard, instead I kept reports of how the different sections of the stable were doing in the security department. Truly it was a boring and useless job seeing as how we never had any crime and the only thing security ever needed to do was, on very rare occasion, break up a fight. Still,  it was my job and I did it without question.

Upon entering the cafeteria I moved to the line at the serving kiosk, once there I found myself behind my only friend, Fleeting Breeze, she was a sea foam green mare with a dark blue mane that always looked a little windblown, even though there was no real room to fly in the stable. She was the daughter of the hoofball coach, and one of the few pegasi in the stable.

“Hey Nevermore, wow, you’re actually awake-looking, that’s new.” She said, looking me over, quite surprised that I wasn’t wandering about like a zom-pony.

“Yeah, waking up to a cold metal floor’ll do that. So, how was your wake up? I hope you didn’t spend all night reading again.” I said in reply, she took more to her mothers side and was an apprentice librarian, quite an undertaking considering the extensive amount of pre-war books that were stored in the stable.

“Nah, I actually slept, woke up to my mom rolling me out of bed, I can’t afford to stay up all night anymore, I’m an official librarian now!” She said with excitement, I gave her a gentle smile, happy for her that she had finally gotten past the apprentice stage in her training and onto the real work.

“Well, that’s certainly nice to hear, congrats on your ‘promotion’, so, think you can get me those books on war time weaponry I kept trying to get checked out?” I said, a mischievous grin on my face, you see, I had been trying for some time to get books on what the had during the war, I was a little bit of a gun nut considering the wasn't much else to do for 8 hours while I sat in my office.

“No, I will not get you the books the librarian specifically told you you couldn't have! I’m not risking my career for something like that, not even for you Nev.” She said, a bit of annoyance in her tone, I suppose I might have asked a bit too much, but come on, there was nothing else to do.

“Alright, alright, I’ll drop it, but I will find a way to get those books.” I said, mock determination in my voice and a light smile on my face. It was times like those, when we had these fake little arguments, that I truly enjoyed the fact that she was my friend.

After that little talk we conversed about some less interesting things, what her father was doing with the team, how the security department was handling things through the stable. We got to the front of the line after about  five minutes, I got two cups of coffee and a light salad topped with Parmesan cheese. We ate in relative silence and after we were finished we shared a few words of goodbye before turning and walking towards the doors that lead to where we were supposed to be. With one last look behind me, and a smile to her, I walked down the slate grey corridor that led to the Security section and, by extension, my office.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L Stats

S: 4

P: 6

E: 4

C: 3

I:  9

A: 7

L: 8