Fallout Equestria - Long Way Home

Interlude- Don’t take it Personally

The house was a wreck, that I knew. I woke up in the late afternoon starving, but alas there was no food in the house. The pork n beans (my main food source) had long been devoured along with the other pre-war food. Great, scavenging was not at the top of my list of things I wanted to do today. After I cleaned the crusted vomit piles (yes plural) off of the floor like I do everyday, I walked to the armor closet and pulled out my father’s shiny armor. He was once a valued member of the Enclave before the accident at the Oceanic Isolation Facility…

Although I wanted one, a shower could not be risked right now. I had to let the solar batteries of my hot water regenerated. Plus the water filter was just about shot and drinking was more important than being clean. This was a major hit to my morale though and I almost turned to the whiskey but decided the day could be better spent on finding food. I put a note in my Pipboy to remind me to try to rig something up for the water purifier.

If there was one advantage to this house besides the massive amount of booze that came with it was the water purifier. It drew water from the ocean and could rid it of salinity and a small amount of radiation. My radaway took care of the rest. This was all dependent on whether I wanted to drink water in the first place, granted I had to, booze was better for my soul though.

My father’s armor was laid out on the table in front of me. It took a while to separate the pieces to be able to put it on. I spent twenty-five minutes trying to put the armor on, It had been a long time since I had left this building, maybe a couple of months. After the armor was fit to my liking, the systems were turned on, which could easily be controlled by my fathers Pipboy 3000. Although the suit was heavy, it didn’t feel heavy, no it felt smooth and flowing. I threw a punch at the wall and broke through it easily.

I had a smug, sadistic look on my face that could only be achieved by a eighteen year old with a suit of military grade power armor as I pulled my hand out. It must have been loud for I heard Hal the ghoul pony yell from outside.

“Come on Arthur! Let us in, every pony is freezing out here, we even have food.”

To this I snorted and said. “Fuck you Hal, how about you let me leave my own goddamn house for once!”

With determination he replied. “Arthur baby, we’ve gone over this, we just need a place to sleep at night. We’re not stopping you from going out.”

I yelled back. “To hell you aren’t! If I leave what’s stopping you from coming in?” This time he was closer, on my porch.

“Well then I guess we are staying right out here then.”

I chuckled. “Is that a threat?” This time he was at the door itself.

“How about you come on out and figure it out smoothskin.”

“Have you ever killed someone before Hal?”

“Baby, it’s not that hard, just the pull of a trigger.”

“Well, you better not miss!”

I grabbed my power helmet and slid it over my head instantly feeling more perceptive of my surroundings. My hearing and vision felt crisp and clear, allowing everyone of the hoofs outside to be heard. I grabbed Chaos and slid a microfusion cell into the chamber. A refreshing buzz sounded, letting me know it was ready to fire. With my helmet secured tightly I fumbled forward slightly remembering that it had a whiskey drinking straw on the inside. “Maybe a sip wouldn’t hurt, just to take the edge off…”

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The wood of the door splintering. Ripping. Ripping. Ripping. Blood. Silence.

[====A====]

I awoke to an inky blackness, my head throbbing. God, I had to find a better way to relieve stress. My eyes opened. I couldn’t see anything. Oh fuck I couldn’t see anything! My hands fumbled to my eyes but then stopped on a helmet, my helmet. The visor was coated with a sticky wet liquid and after being rubbed off vigorously my vision was restored. The ground around me was covered with blood, guts and well blood.

I walked over to Hal who was wheezing on the ground.

“Looks like I won Hal”

“Not quite, Baby.” He replied out of breath.

Hal swung a 10mm Pistol from behind his back.

“Oh, Fuck!” I dodged to the right and zig zagged back to the left. Determined Hal levitated the Pistol and fired 4 shots. I closed the distance but not fast enough.

The bullet struck me with all of its force, followed by two more in immediate succession. I cringed to look at the damage. Then the realization occurred that I was wearing military grade titanium alloy armor that simply caused the shots to ricochet off of me. There was no time to unholster Chaos from my back.

I took advantage of his shock by charging him with my knife. Hal’s feet seemed to have forgotten how to move as I came down on him with a swift stab to the neck, making his body go rigid and legs collapse.

Hal was an annoyance to me and had payed the price for it, along with all of the other ponies who traveled with him. My personal form of justice could be heard for at least a mile radius and I worried that some may come back. When a compromise couldn't be made, I had to be sure they wouldn’t come back.

“Well fuck, I’m gonna smell rotten ghoul pony for the next week.” I muttered still evaluating the situation.

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“Splunk!” the last ghoul pony body hit the water off of the cliffside. I was overwhelmed by the crimson colored water and how it spread across the lakeside. Man how many did Elvis kill. I shrugged and walked back towards my house picking up a stick along the way.

My pocket knife flung open with a click (It was one of the few things I could keep on the magnetic side of my leg armor), and I sharpened both ends of the stick. I stuck one side in the dirt outside my porch and placed Hal’s head on the other end. That should keep anymore of those stupid ghouls from coming here.

“Don’t come back here again you squishy bastards!” I yelled into the night. “ I bet you are watching me right now, huh. Get away from here you fucking vultures and don’t ever come back”

With the job complete I turned to go inside, but a glint of metal caught my eye. I grabbed the would plank beside me I had used to patch to hole in my door and walked towards the object toting my gun in my right hand.

When the blood was rubbed off of the can on the ground, it was clear that it was pork n beans. I then remembered how hungry I was. My stomach rumbled as I walked up the steps and into my house.

“Fuck it, the rest of the supplies aren’t going anywhere and if they do I’m going to finish them off. I’ll do it tomorrow.”

With my beans cooked and a record playing, the executive decision was made to not watch the Elvis vs. the ghouls surveillance footage. My appetite may be spoiled. Although I was content with listening to the record, a beautiful piece by Frank Sinatra I felt something was missing, maybe it was self pity.

I hated being low on food (or shit out of food) but the nearest town was Baltimare and sleep sounded so good right about now. My belly was full, Elvis was content for the night, what more could I ask for. Life was good sometimes. I layed back in my chair and finally achieved a non alcohol induced sleep. Something I hadn’t achieved in years. A calm before the storm.

Footnote

Current Level: 4

Perks: Rad Child: +2hp per second for every 200 rads received