Fallout Equestria: Don't Fear The Reaper

Fallout Equestria: Don’t Fear The Reaper

By: The Zealot

Chapter 3

Now, a 10mm round is larger than a .45, it is also more common, however a .45 still has enough power behind it to, at best, knock someone down, and at worst, stop them in their tracks for a bit. I still keep that pistol around, under lock and key considering all the young ones around, but I still have it. Am I boring you? Sorry, I’ll get back to the story.

It took me about an hour to reach the stable door, in that time I had seen rooms painted in blood similarly to the cafeteria, I saw young foals cry over their parents, and then be brutally killed by these monsters that wore pony skin. At some point I must have succumbed to shock, as I wasn’t very surprised when I saw the stable entrance room covered in the bodies of ponies, engineers and security guards alike. For the first time in ever I activated the E.F.S, or Eyes Forward Sparkle, on my pipbuck. The E.F.S was a sort of radar function, it showed where there were lifeforms through walls, and through floors, it even showed if they were friendly or hostile through some advanced magic that I wasn’t skilled enough to understand. Seeing that nopony was around, I used my magic to force open the vent gate that led to the entrance room, unintentionally causing one of the bodies to roll down the small set of stairs leading to the door. I couldn’t tell what color he used to be, I could barely tell he used to be a stallion, most of his face was missing and the rest of him was covered in blood. I did my best to step around them as I made my way to the door, being extremely careful to avoid the majority of the blood that covered the floors. I made it to the stable door and was greeted with a rough-hewn rock tunnel with a wooden door at the end, a dim light was seeping out from the bottom of the door. I turned around one last time before slowly leaving my stable, the only home I had ever known. I knew there was nothing I could do, but that didn’t make my leaving any better, and at best was a feeble excuse for why I left all I had ever know. I made my way to the door.

Using my magic to push open the old door I was greeted by the site of… I don’t really know. There were… bodies, hung from their back legs, skinned showing all the muscle beneath, cooking in the hot air of the outside. That was the first thing I saw in this new world before me, and it made me sick, more so than any of the atrocities I had seen in my vault. Wrenching my gaze away from the hanging bodies I instead looked to the sky, it was mostly covered in… Cloud, was the word, a rather grey color with small patches of light seeping out. The one thing I had possibly looked forward to upon leaving the stable was the possibility of seeing the actual sun, not just pictures in books, or video footage from holotapes. Moving my gaze from the ‘sky’ I looked ahead of me, what I saw wasn't too jarring really, a rather broken street with bombed out buildings lining it.

As I was looking around I heard the sound of hooves on rock, quickly I hid behind a large outcropping of rock in a dark corner, slightly behind the stable door. I looked out from the shadows I had hidden myself in and saw around three dozen ponies, covered in blood, their packs bulging no doubt with things stolen from the stable. Leading them all was a remarkably clean cream white stallion with a red and green mane. He was wearing what looked to be a grey pre-war business suit, his face was covered in a multitude of scars and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark glasses. I almost considered jumping from my cover and putting a bullet in his skull as revenge for what he had led, but I knew that would be suicide and the dying wish of my only friend was for me to live. So, I backed more into the shadows and watched them pass, as the traveled down the street I saw them placing items from their bags into old metal boxes and some cabinets that were left in the houses.

Once they left I traveled down the same road and looked through the boxes and cabinets, I found a few boxes of apples from the vault, a pile of 12 gauge shells and a few magazines of 10mm ammunition. I also found a rather strange bandanna, it wasn't cut in a way as to wrap around ones head, so I surmised that it was to be worn as a mask. It had the normal teeth of a pony in white over it’s black surface, however, past the two front teeth and another there were two sharper, predatory teeth. The same was true on the bottom, though they looked sharper than the ones on the top, like they were made for eating meat. I decided to keep that with me, there was always the chance I would need it, either to hide my identity, or to staunch blood flow from a wound. The only other things of note I found were three 10mm pistols from the stable. I kept them around on the chance I could barter with somepony, there had to be some kind of village or town somewhere with traders in it, at least, that’s what I had read towns are like. No telling how things could have changed after the war. I disassembled the pistol and found that the inner working of two of the pistols were moderately damaged, while the other one was in pristine condition. I took the casing of the good looking pistol and put the damaged parts inside, closing it up I did the same in reverse to the more beat-up looking case. This way I would hopefully be able to sell the worse one for more based on looks, while keeping the well working pistol for myself. As I traveled down the road I saw that this small patch of houses gave way to desert, based on old pre war maps (Gotten from my pipbuck) I was in the area formerly known as the Marejave desert, no idea what the called it now. Not really having anywhere to go I used my map to place a marker near what was a pre-war river, hopefully it would still be there and hopefully a settlement would be nearby.

So, with my goal in mind and the ‘sun’ going down I started walking, before I went however I turned on the radio of my pipbuck, seeing a radio station I tuned in for my long walk and was met with a sweet and sad melody, no doubt sung by a pony long dead, it was still beautiful, if sorrowful, it seemed to fit.

Hoofnote: Level Up: Sneak increased to 45. Perk Gained: Tunnel Runner: Crawling through the cramped maintenance tunnels of the stable have made you more agile, + 1 Agility