Fallout Equestria: Don't Fear The Reaper

Fallout Equestria: Don’t Fear The Reaper

By: The Zealot

Chapter 2

Looking back on it, my cutie mark never really made sense for one doing office work. Try as you might there is no way you’d connect a gun and scythe crossed over a tombstone, to a desk job. To be fair, I don’t really know how I got it, the first time I saw I even had a cutie mark was a a few days after my father’s funeral, when somepony pointed it out to me. Anyway, my speculations on matters of life are not important, I shall get back to the story.

It’s not a very long walk to my office, it’s near the entrance to the security wing, so it was about a 20 minute walk from the cafeteria. Upon reaching the door I pulled a key from my pocket and unlocked the door. I looked around my rather pristine office, I didn't messy the place and it wasn't crowded with papers, considering the extremely low crime rate in the stable. And with those last thoughts I sat down in my chair and started playing solitaire with a deck of cards I keep in my desk. Two hours of playing solitaire later and I can safely say, whomever invented solitaire was a jerk. Anyway, the only real reason I stopped was because I heard screaming and the sound of multiple hooves running along the corridor. I got up from my chair with an eyebrow raised as I opened the door of my office and was met with the site of a dozen security ponies running down the hall.

“Hey, what’s going on? What happened?” I called out to one of the guards near the end of the group, a light beige stallion, his face and mane where encased in a riot helmet. I was very curious as to why there were guards going anywhere, especially in riot gear.

“The stable has been opened from the outside, we got a report from engineering before they went dark, we’re going to make sure that whatever happened is taken care of. Until we give the all clear that the stable has been secured go back to your home, tell any other ponies you see along the way to return to their homes, lock the doors and close the windows.” He said in authoritative voice that all security guards used when something important happened.

With a small nod I passed him and went down the hall, I was going to take the maintenance pathways since they would be out of the way and if anything was happening it would be a relatively safe way to travel considering not many ponies outside of engineering knew of the pathways. While walking down the tunnels I heard horrible things, mad laughter and screams, but worst of all was when I saw into the cafeteria. The whole room was painted with blood, bodies could hardly be identified, but the one that I could identify scared me the worst. It was Fleeting Breeze, bathed in blood, barely alive and missing her hind legs and a wing, it looked like they had been brutally hacked off by a dull cleaver. Using my magic I forced the long unused hatch from the maintenance ways into the cafeteria and ran over to Breeze, I lowered myself to her and was about to talk before she said something

“Nevermore? Is that you? Oh thank Celestia you’re okay, they… They killed everyone, crazy looking ponies covered in blood… They left me for dead… I don’t have long left, even if I did survive this it would be horrible, so… You have to live, you were my closest friend, you need to get out of here, fare the outside, it’s better than dying in a hole in the ground… Nevermore, after all we've been through, who thought it would end like this?” She said, a sad smile on her face as the light left her eyes, she died in my hooves, and I could do nothing.

“Breeze, I’m so, so sorry… I’ll make them pay, I promise you I will live and I will learn, and I will avenge you.” I said, barely a whisper as tears streamed down my face. I gently lowered her body to the floor and rose to my hooves, I made my way back to the maintenance hatch, I would return to my room, and then I would leave this place filled with death.

It was a relatively quiet journey to my room, it seems they had yet to reach the residential section, whoever ‘they’ are. I crawled through the vent that ended in my room and forced the cover off with my magic. As I crawled out I looked around my room, all I had in the world was in this room, and I would be leaving most of it behind. I walked to my dresser and grabbed the picture of Breeze and I, smiling after a prank on some of the other ponies. I put that in one of my inner pockets. Then I walked over to my bedside table and put the only picture of my family that I had, it was taken on the day of my mother and fathers wedding, it too went in a pocket. Lastly I took the one thing I thought I would never use. It was a Griffon made 45. ‘clawgun’ produced by the Equestrian gun company by the name of Colt, I believe the Griffon model year is ‘1911’. It was passed down in our family from the beginning of the vault, taken from the body of a dead mercenary some 200 years ago before the stable sealed. I pulled it and it’s holster from a case under my bed, along with an ammunition belt. The holster went on my left foreleg, the ammo belt went around my barrel. I loaded the pistol with one of the 5 magazines I had for it, each of them containing 10 rounds of 45. ammunition. With that last artifact acquired, I returned to the vents and started my crawl to the stable door.