I wake up with my motherfucking alarm clock ringing like a bitch. I groan loudly and glance at the clock: 9:24 A.M.

"Goddamnit! I really hibernated this time!" I say to myself while the alarm's awkward music still echoed through my trailer.
I sleep lightly most of the time, but this time it was some deep slumber. Really. I rarely get those in this world. I loved it when I was still in the bunker. That place was perfect to pass the time next to a fire, target practice with my buddies, inspect scavenged guns for fun or playing some incredibly functional video games from the old world, with some new ones made in the bunker.

That alarm clock kept ringing as if it was ordering me to get up and continue my trip.
I turn to the other side of the bed, my laziness keeping me from getting up, but, I wanted some more sleep before getting ready for the day. So I did what I've always wanted to do when this thing wouldn't shut up: I slipped my right hand under the pillow I was sleeping on. As I did so, I got hold of my trusty pistol. I pull it out from underneath from my pillow and lay down on my back, trying to guess where that fucking alarm clock were. I pull the slide to make sure the gun was loaded, and with a quick movement from my finger, I pull the trigger of the handgun, a loud bang nearly deafening me, my right ear being able to hear only an infernal high pitched ring. When my ear got back to normal, I could only see the brutalized remains of the alarm clock. Satisfied, I leave my pistol on the ground.
I slowly open my eyes and look at the cracked ceiling of my so called home. It was the trailer in which I lived in since my superiors authorized me to do some work in this wasteland. It wasn't the best, but it really protected me from that ground-cracking sun.

I got up the bed that was laying on the floor: it was nothing more than one of those cheap sleeping bags, really. I walk inside my trailer's interior, seeing the same thing I've always seen in this trailer. The living area had a small oven that I used to cook some food, even though I still question myself on how this thing still work. I turn myself to somewhat of a work area, which contained a small desk with thousands of papers and mags for my pistol. I looking at the fourth window, seeing the back of the car that keeps this big fucker moving. As enter turn in the small bathroom, I take a look at myself like always. I was in my black boxers, who were a little dirty. I look up, seeing the still drowsy expression. clear on my face. My dark black hair was even more messed than it already was.

I then leave the bathroom after peeing, and glance at the back of the trailer, seeing that I still had 5 gallons of water, more than I expected. If I remember right, my job is to map out a safe route to the Lone Star Wasteland. Safe my ass, cuz just last week I was attacked by those damned desert bandits, and boy, they really gave me a fight. My trailer still had the scars of the battle, even I had some. I small one over my left eye, and some on my arms. I then grab a cup and turn the small handle located at the gallon, which had a tip under it.

I then turn it off when the cup was full of water, and leave it over my sink it on the side as I grab my toothbrush and put some water on it and do what I always did. Brushing my teeth, I begin to think of what to do on my trip and how to get to Lone Star without running into more bandits, raiders and hunters. Sure, the bandits are easy to handle but the raiders are in their own league and the hunters are hard as fuck to deal with. Sure, you can talk your way out with one of them, but when they're in groups, they would rather kill you then talk to ya.

I stop brushing and spitted to clean the last of the toothpaste from my mouth. I look to the area that I liked to call a shower, where a big bucket of water sitted on it, alongside the soap and a lemon & chamomile Pre-war shampoo bar. Thinking about it, I NEEDED a shower from last night. It was hot as hell, but I was getting used to it, after all I’m like, what, two days from making it to the wasteland I was going to.
Ya that’s right I was going to map a route from the New Kansa to the Lone Star Republic, the objective of this being making trading easier for the caravans so they could trade weapons and other vital supplies.

I take off my boxers and throw them aside as I take somewhat of a bath. This will be my last bath for two or three days, anyway, so why not?

As I got in, I sat down on a chair that is hooked in the wall, and began to clean myself, washing all the sweat and dirt I got from last night from sleeping on the sleeping bag.

Stepping out of the so-called shower, I grabbed the towel that was hanging on a small rusty rack on the side of the sink and dry myself off. After doing so, I picked up my black boxer and put them back on and left the towel back where it was.

Now I just wanted to eat something, simple but hunger-killing, to get ready for the long day ahead. I take few steps to the makeshift kitchen of this trailer. I open the only cabinet, in hope of finding something good to eat.. Sure, most of them were from killing those assholes but, hey, they got what was coming to them for attacking a Prepper.

“Let’s see what am feeling in the mood for this morning...“ I say out loud to no one but myself. I take a look at the great collection of canned goods, spotting some many pork n beans. My stomach does a backflip the second I thought of eating them. No, I've had way too much of those lately and I am losing my appetite to eat more of them, and my favorite red robin seasoning is running low like twenty-five percent is left so, no, I will have to go on with the beans until I get more or make more of that. I look for anything else and find some beef and some canned sloppy joe sauce.

shrug and just grab those two and put them on the table. I wanted something cold to drink. I open up my mini refrigerator I scavenge in my the first week on the wasteland, having it hooked it up to a pre-war car battery.

I look close inside the refrigerator not just for looking for drinks, because I was enjoying the cold air that came out of the it. So damn cool. Sure, I can turn on the small fan that I have, but that thing simply eats energy like hell. I mean, one battery box fully charged would only keep it running for like, what, six hours.

I then shift my attention back to the refrigerator's interior, seeing a two liter soda and a three liter full of Kool Aid. I accidentally mixed Kool Aid with some alcohol during a desperate need of getting drunk. As I grabbed a can-opener, I was wondering what people from Lone Star do in that place. I heard from those guys that hired me saying that they're hard workers, stuff like that. But then, one of them said that they were called 'old school red necks'. I don’t know what that is so I guess I will have to wait to find out.

After cooking my meal I sit on the sofa that had a radio and cd player on the right side and on it's left was high-end laptop I had with me when I was living in the bunkers. Well, even though it's high end, it's systems fried, so I'm looking for parts to fix it. I guess that the reason for it's system fry was because I've put a shitload of video games on there. A quick thought of masturbating passed through my head, but then I remembered that they have good women there, so saving a good load was a great idea.

Before even eating, I turned to the cd radio player and hit the 'on' button, a song echoing inside my trailer. It's 'Ain't No Rest For the Wicked' by Cage The Elephant. This song is truly about what this world is now.
I turn back to my meal. I was eating on the sofa for two reasons: One: there a huge ass bag of stuff from that fight, that I still I never looked at the loot I found from those assholes I killed. Two: i didn’t want to eat on my blanket until I cleaned it off with about 10 gallons of water, because I fucked a hooker there and made a hella of a mess. I didn’t want to eat where I fucked someone's mind out of her head. Sure, I fucked women on the sofa but at least I've left a blanket so i have to just clean up, but that would take days to clean, right?

It’s a good thing I've put on a condom. Who knows what the heck she had under there. I then relax while eating my lunch while listening to the music. After I swallowed the last bean from the can, I stood up and walked to my bedroom and grabbed the bag that was on the table and carried it with me to the bedroom.
I leave the bag on the work table, and begin to check it's content.

I open the bag and pull out all the weapons I looted from the bandits I killed. I take them out one by one. Now, lets see what we have here.

I pick up the first weapon, examining it closely. It was a SMG. A shitty ass one, too. No wonder why that guy was having a tough time trying to hit me with all it. The gun’s barrel was completely damaged. If I had any doubt that this thing wasn’t shitty, it just got vanished from my mind as the trigger simply fell from it’s place. Well, lets hope that those things can be worth some Lone Star bills.

Next weapon was also a SMG. And it was worser than the last one I examined. Hell, it looked like it was held by duct tape… and it was with nuts and bolts. It had a mag attached to it, probably letting it ready for any occasion. Maybe it’ll help me get some of Lone Star’s currency, too

Ok, now moving on. Lets see the pistols. Most of them are nothing more than the most common ones. Most of them were 9mm but two used 40. S&W and one was a 45. ACP. The last one in the group was an improvised pistol that used 32. ACP rounds in a 19 round magazine. With all those guns, I bet that I can make some money to buy more things to my trailer in order to make it more home-like.

Now for the big guys. Hehe. Ummm... a shotgun that is 12ga. Too bad that it’s the only shotgun. I like them so much. Moving on to the assault rifles and carbines... two of them one look like shit, their parts being tied together with duct tape. The ones who appeared to be on good condition were a good ol’ AK-47, an AR series, and a beaten up M4A1.

They had some makeshift rifles too, but they were completely falling apart.The last one was a sniper rifle. And, a crude one if you ask me. The scope was nothing more than a beer bottle tied up with duct tape. It looked like a hunting rifle with poor makeshift repairs, to be honest. I think I’ll sell it and save up some money to buy a decent sniper rifle.

But moving on to the ammo, I have to say there’s not a lot of it, maybe that’s because they used all of it at the firefight.
After all that examining, I can say that I can make some money to buy more gas and food, and maybe a good hooker, alongside with some beer at the bar or some junk food.

I put all the gear in a metal box located under the table I worked on. I always do this: I make drawings of the guns I can take, and put them in a cotton-like bag. After that, I put them in there and side the sketches I mad, so I can have some knowledge on the guns that I find. I did that with video games and other eletronic stuff that I found out there, but those weren’t that important.

After that now it was time for me to get ready for work, meaning putting my gear on. I then go inside the small area that I called my bedroom. It had a small bedside cabinet where I stored my clothing.

I then grab my gear: a black T-shirt under a midnight blue hoodie, some black cargo pants, military-like boots. My headgear was simply the hoodie to protect me from this skin-burining sun, a bandana to cover my mouth and nose and snowboarding goggles to keep anonymity. The bandana was dark blue with the Prepper’s logo, a baseball bat crossed with a rifle with a skull just under it,, alerting anyone of my Prepper affiliation. I then take the vest that I always wear to carry ammo and other things. After that, I put on the army backpack call All-Purpose Lightweight Individual Carrying Equipment, or ALICE. Mine was the larger model of it. I put it on and grab my three guns I carried: a double barreled shotgun, my trusty AK like weapon, and my last one, my handgun. It was an old world one pre-war pistol, the Taurus PT92 9mm, alongside my now fixed switchblade .

The last thing i put on was my dog tag with my name and all that stuff they put on it.
I then left my trailer, fully equipped and geared up. The Sun’s heat greeted me brutally, and after taking a look around, I could already feel sweat drips dripping on my face.

I walk to my pickup truck that used to have 5 seats, but I removed so I could put more stuff in there like gas and supplies. I near the driver’s seat door, wiping some sand from the window. I open the door to the driver’s seat. I quickly leave my shotgun on the other seat. I then insert its keys, and hit the radio/cd player and put on some music for the ride.
I then turn the volume to the max, and then, I was ready for a long ride, filled with music of old rock n’ roll, ‘Highway Star’ by Deep Purple to be more exact.

Now, I payed attention to the road because this will be a long drive.

A few hours later…

I see that it was already sunset. My ass was getting flatter every second that passed. Maybe, I’ll stumble upon a town.

Two hours later…

The sun is now down and night had taken over. I can’t see a thing in the desert because the car’s headlight’s broke during a crash, so I guess It’s time to go to sleep. “What a boring ass day. I would love to hunt, but I’m in a dead desert. Shit…”

I stop the car and grab all my gear and stuff. I open the door of the car and walk back to my trailer. ‘’Man, I really need something to do after those trips. Something really fun“ I say out loud to myself... Yeah, I really need a pet to talk to, like, a rooster would do great.

I open the door to my trailer. I was getting sleepy, very sleepy. I then remove my gear, leaving it over my desk.
I walk to my sleeping area and lay down on it. My eyes then slowly close, and I relaxed, waiting for a good night’s sleep. Before I could fall into heavy slumber, a loud thunder deafened me for seconds. My eyes shot open and sit up fast to look out the window. The sky was red…. “Holy motherfucking shit... “ I say to myself. I then stood up and stared out through the window and my blood just got cold.

It was red rain, no one no knows why but it’s very, very rare. When it happens, it could kill any fool dumb enough to stand during it. The liquid that falls from the sky acts like a skin-burning acid, leaving only the poor fella’s bones behind. I then open the trailer’s door, ready to leap for my car’s driver seat door. I take some seconds to calculate the length of the jump. Taking a long breath and swallowing the lump in my throat, I launch myself into the air…
As if God hated me, something just scored a direct hit on me. I lose the momentum and fall on my back on the desert’s sand. My body felt weak, and as the acid drips touched my body, I just closed my eyes, knowing that I couldn’t get out of this one. Then, everything went white

The small town of ponyville was getting ready for the night. Some ponies were still closing their shop’s doors, while others headed to their respective homes, or just gazed at the star-filled night sky. Indeed. It was a beautiful night in Ponyville.

Twilight Sparkle quietly read a book on her desk, her legs tiring from being on that position. She, however, ignored the tiredness and concentrated again on her impressively thick book. She was prepared for another sleepless night.

Suddenly, the candle-lit room was lighted up by a bright red light. The lavender alicorn jumped from the quick earthshake, who put the princess on high alert. She swiftly went upstairs, and watched over Ponyville. Within seconds, the bright red light that woke every single soul in Ponyville and it’s surroundings painted the skies with a deep crimson red, earning gasps and shrieks of panic.

Twilight watched wordlessly the now red night sky. She then looked down at the streets of Ponyville: ponies screamed and runned around, eventually locking their doors. This killed Twilight’s plan of calming everypony. She remained speechless until a blur of cyan was spotted flying around.

The blur turned out to be Rainbow Dash, who breathed heavily, sweat drips coming down from her face.

“Twilight! Did you see that?!?” She asked her friend, who still analyzed the situation with shock and awe.

“Yes, Rainbow! It was some kind of a red lightning!” She then pondered at the image of the menacing lightning descending from the clouds. The duo looked behind to see Spike carrying a letter.

“Hey Twilight, you’ve got to read what Celestia has said in her letter,“ Spike said from behind, catching both Twilight’s and Rainbow’s attention. He opened the letter to read to Twilight, but before he could deliver his speech, three other ponies ran up to the tree house. Spike quickly went downstairs, and after opening the door, he greeted them:

“Oh, hello Applejack, Rarity and Pinkie Pie. So, I guess that you girls are here because of the red lightning?” They all nodded swiftly at his question on the oblivious.

“You bet! I came here to find out what the hay was that, and why the sky is red “ She said at the baby dragon with a thick southern accent.

"Y-E-A-H!!!! It completely ruined my chocolate souffle I was making for my nighttime snack!" The pink party pony nearly yelled, and after putting both hooves inside Applejack's hat, she showed the group a destroyed souffle, earning gasps from her friends.

“Pinkie how in the world ya…never mind“ The orange farm pony interrupted herself when she realized that she was asking the unanswerable.

“I must say that this is just dreadful. And to make it worse, I was cruelly woken up from my angelical and beautiful sleep.“ Rarity completed, taking an overly dramatic pose.

“Now is not the time to to talk about’ sleep, Rares.“ Applejack assumed a serious expression, making her white-coated friend lose her dramatic composure. The trio then rushed upstairs, followed by a letter carrying Spike.

They reached Twilight’s balcony in no time, seeing that the lavender princess examined the wine-tinted sky with interest. Noticing their presence, Twilight turned to see her friends:

“Okay, everypony. Let’s hear what Celestia sent me..” Twilight then gazed at her dragon assistant, allowing him to read the letter.

Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle,

As of now you must have got knowledge of the loud thunder and that the skies have turned red. I want you and the others go into the Everfree to investigate. It shouldn’t be difficult to find the exact place where the lightning had hit, mainly because now a trail of smoke is rising from it.

Also, be very careful as you go into the forest, and send me a reply as soon as you find anything worth a point out..

Yours truly,

Princess Celestia

“Ok, everypony! Let’s get to the lightning’s crash site, pronto… Wait, where’s Fluttersh?!” Twilight said to everyone around her, now looking for one of her friends. The others did the same and Rainbow said out loud:

“Oh, dang. She must be under her bed hiding from what happened early.” The rainbow-maned pegasus then sighed annoyed.

“Let’s go to Fluttershy cottage and bring her along. We met need help dealing with the animals in the Everfree.” Twilight then rushed with her friends after Spike mounted on her back, leaving a trail of dust behind them.

After a few minutes of walk, the group reached Fluttershy's cottage. Rainbow Dash knocked on the door of the cottage

“Hey Fluttershy, it’s ok to come out. now we need your help. Don’t worry about the red sky anymore. It’s gone now when we got here.” True to her words, the skies above them were losing it’s dark crimson.

The shy pegasus finally opened her door, only exposing half of her face.

“W-what do you need my help for?” She say hiding her face in her mane. Twilight then neared her:

“We need to go into the Everfree to find out what’s going on in there.”

“B-b-but why we have to go now? Can’t we go in the daytime, where it’s safer to go in at least?”

“Fluttershy, my dear. There may be lot’s of wounded animals in there. Why wouldn’t you help them?” Rarity tried to persuade her friend with the best of her abilities.

“Ok, ok, I’ll go then, if you really need me. O-only if you don’t mind… of course.” Fluttershy then left the cottage in which she lived in. After that, the Elements Of Harmony began their sprint into the Everfree Forest...

Author's Note

Hope you guys like it and go see the guy that help me he have alot of great storys for you to read and help me alot, now in the end i hope you can tell me what you think so far