Fallout Equestria: Don't Fear The Reaper

Fallout Equestria: Don’t Fear The Reaper

By: The Zealot

Chapter 8

How is it traveling out in the Marejave? Well it’s a unique experience, most of the time it’s quiet and peaceful, give you time to reflect on what you've done and to think about what you’re going to do. Of course, a few minutes later something’s trying to kill you again, whether it be mutated animals ranging from scorpions, to ants, to geckos, and anything else in between.  Of course, if it’s not animals it’s raiders who want to rape you, kill you, and eat you, sometimes not in that order. Then if it’s not raiders it’s other ponies trying to kill you for some reason. Well, enough about that, back to the story.

After a day of walking down a single desert road for around eight hours, finding edible plants along the way at time, it was finally nearing night. As the sky started to darken I looked to an old and abandoned-looking petrol station that was alongside the road, thinking it would be a rather safe place to stay for the night, I made my way to the front door. I drew one of my 10mm pistols from it’s holster, holding it in my magic, as I did this I used a hoof to push open the door to the petrol station, I wasn't expecting what I saw inside. I’ve seen rooms full of blood and guts, yes, just yesterday, actually; never before I have a seen a room where the bisected bloody bodies of ponies were nailed to the walls, the bodies were paired with bloody mattress, some covered in body parts. Perhaps the most interesting, if gruesome, thing was that the bodies and parts looked to not have decomposed at all, perhaps they were fresh but I severely doubted it. Keeping myself alert and looking down to my EFS I lowered my stance a bit, my equivalent of ‘sneaking’ and walked further into the room, catching the door with my magic so it wouldn't slam. My EFS told me that there were four things in the building, be they ponies or animals, they were all hostile. As I got near the first door leading to a different area of the building I heard laughter, not the happy kind, mind you. I gently pushed open the door with my hoof and was met with an empty hallway, it actually looked rather well taken care of, if dingy. I was broken from my amazement at the state of the hall when I noticed blood pooling out from under on of the doors down the way. It also figured that the life forms my EFS were picking up where directly behind said door. I slowly walked down the hall to the door, being careful not to step into the blood I did my best to open the door quietly as possible. It was not meant to be, it seems, for as I pushed the door with my hoof it opened with a horrid screech, telling of years of not being taken care of. Obviously this loud noise alerted the ponies in the room, who I noticed had been in the middle of eating a dead pony. Truly it was one of the most horrifying sights I had seen in my brief time out in the wastes, I was so shocked by the scene in front of me that I didn't react as quickly as I could have when the ponies in the room turned around, the mare in the center speaking in a insane tone of voice

“Look boys! Another talking meat puppet!” She yelled, showing of her blood stained teeth, her yellow tinged eyes shining in the light of the room, as one they all rushed forward, causing me to run out of the room, into the hall, and back into the entrance room.

“I wonder what your face, would look like on mine!” I heard another of the crazy ponies call out to me, I was currently hiding behind a desk in a darker corner of the main room, trying to formulate a plan that didn't involve me being the next course in their horrific meal. I quickly popped my head over the side of the desk, looking out into the room, I saw the insane ponies checking around the room. I was about to duck back behind my cover, however, I was too slow as one of the ponies looked over at me and let out a savage yell, before rushing at me.

Acting quickly I lined up a shot with my 10mm pistol, aiming at the center of mass, I let fly four rounds, two of which pounded into his chest. I didn't think two shots would kill him, but it seems I had been lucky and hit him in the heart. As the spark of life left his eyes his body stopped moving, however the momentum of his running caused him to slam into my makeshift cover. Whilst this was taking place I hadn't noticed the other ponies until I heard one of them yell out "Look at me when I'm charging at you!", turning my head I saw them doing just that, running at me with a mad glint in their eyes, holding things like pipes and rusty knives. Knowing I couldn't line up the shots myself I activated SATS, using it’s targeting to key in a shot to the head and chest of each pony, I let the spell take hold of me as time seemed to move in slow motion I saw the heads of two of the ponies pop whilst the third stumbled to a stop, falling to the floor.

I let out a sigh as I dropped out of SATS time, looking around the room I saw blood and brains, along with bits of skull, plastered to the ceiling, there was also a large pool of blood on the floor around the three ponies. For a few meager seconds I felt sorrow at the death of these ponies, at the loss of my innocence, then I thought of the pony they had been feasting upon, how they would have killed me, how I would have to do this many times over to survive out here. I remembered what Amber had told me and moved over to the bodies, being careful not to step in the blood, I used my magic to search through their pockets and belts. In my searching I found twenty-six Sparkle-Cola bottle caps, twelve old war coins, and seven twelve gauge shells. As I gathered the loot into one of my pockets I carefully stepped around the bodies and blood in the center of the room, heading for the hallway. Upon entering the hall I went back towards the room with the half eaten pony inside, I was about to close the door when I noticed there were boxes of food and metal containers. Using my magic to gently place the desecrated body of half eaten pony into the corner, I stepped around the large pool of blood and went over to the supplies. There were around six boxes of old pre war cereal, loaded with enough preservatives to last until now, along with boxes marked with the Equestrian Military’s emblem. Placing the boxes of cereal and a few stray boxes of apples into my coat I used my magic to pry the lids off of the metal containers. Inside I found a gun nut’s wet dream, the first container was filled to the brim with silver apple shaped objects, fragmentation grenades. The second container held four twenty round 5.56mm magazines, along with two eight round 50. caliber magazines. There was also a broken down twelve gauge pump action griffon shotgun, the only reason I knew it was a griffon weapon was because of the way the parts looked, I would have to carry it around in pieces until I found somepony who knew how to put it together. The third and final container wasn't actually a military box, it was a medical kit that was under the other two, inside were two healing potions and four bandages. Placing all of my new supplies in multiple pockets across my coat, specified by ammunition or medical supplies, soon I would need to get some kind of carrying bags. Looking around the room I saw nothing else of interest, there was an old terminal in the corner but I wasn't really in the mood for looking through pre war stuff, I was rather tired all things considered. Walking out of the room I closed the door behind me, making my way into another door which I had seen mattresses behind, finding the least bloodstained one I got myself in a comfortable position, placing the picture of my parents and the picture of Fleeting Breeze and I next to my head, I slowly drifted to sleep.

Waking up the next morning as light streamed in through a window, I got up and stretched my limbs, cracking my neck and joints. After that was finished I replaced the pictures of the lost to their pocket in my coat. Checking my coat I made sure everything was in it’s place, pistols in their holsters, extra one in a pocket, rifle slung over back, pre-loaded magazines in either an ammo belt or in a pocket, loose rounds in another pocket, parts of shotgun in another, food in  yet another, and lastly medical supplies. That done I lifted my left hoof to check the time on my pip-buck, seeing that it was nine in the morning I decided that it was a good enough time as any to get back on the road heading to Dice. Doing one final sweep of the building and finding nothing but almost broken cutlery and pony flesh I made my way back to the front room and pushed open the door with my magic, leaving it open as I left. Making it back to the road I made sure I was going in the right direction and started walking, the rising sun to my left and the road ahead, I was another day closer to my goal.

Hoofnote: No level up.