Fallout Equestria: Boundless

Blurriness entered my vision, fighting for focus. Muffled yelling slipped into my ears, blocking out everything of unimportance. The smell of burnt flesh blew through my nasal passages, reeking like a dead animal. A rough, copper taste was finding it`s way up my throat and out my mouth. Tubes, connected to machines, dug deep into my hooves, filling me with blood and other fluids. A plastic mask buried my muzzle in oxygen, sending my soul to the ethereal realm of dreams...

Smoke hissed through my teeth and muzzle, finding freedom in the air. I inhaled again, my cigarette glowing faintly at the tip. The smoke entered my lungs and was exited via the same way. Ever since my Mom started smoking, I was exposed to second hand smoke and got addicted.

Oh yeah, My name is Brisk. My mothers name is Lipton. Father died in the on-going war, sacrificing his life for the cause. Lifes been rough, barely scraping by, day-and-day. When the war started, Trottingham`s economy went down quick. Ponies were living off of unemployment, and you would run into ponies begging for change in the streets. Most would, just pass by... Not me.

When the Ministry of Peace was formed, I took after their leader: Fluttershy. 'Do better, Be kind' is what she says, and I will stay true to those words until I die. Their the Ministry who helps out in the battlefield, medical wise. They even help out the enemy! For me, Fluttershy could not do anything wrong. She was one out of six Ministries, though.

But thats another story for another time. I need to get my great grandpas house. His name is Raspberry Tea, if youre wondering. Hes the one who always kept telling us everything would be fine. I sure hope so, this war is getting out of hoof. After Father died, I didn`t have much respect for the war anymore.

It all started over coal. Coal. Thousands of ponies died over a mineral, including my Dad. Apparently, we were being unfair to the Zebras with our deals and we didn`t do anything, so... yeah you know what happens next.

I turned the corner, smelling smoke. My cigarette isnt lit. I looked up to see my Grandpas house burning down, smoke pouring out of windows. Instinct took over and I ran head-first into the house. After fighting through the smoke, I saw my Grandpa on the ground, laying limp. I rushed over, my hoof getting caught on a piece of burning wood.

I screamed at the pain, The burning sensation melted away my fur, soon singing off flesh. I reached with my free hoof at my Grandpa, inches away from his own hoof. More smoke poured out, the fires growing bigger-and-bigger. I coughed, the smoke filling my lungs, blocking out fresh air. As oxygen left my body, growing weaker and weaker, I could only think of what my Father said to me once:

"You`re destined to do great things, those things are up to you..."

Footnote: Level Up!

At the Top of your lungs: You can hold your breath longer underwater...

Credit goes to Kkat for allowing me to play in her world and Extra credit goes to her for the original.