Fallout Equestria: Boundless

As I stared out at the destroyed land in front of me, I could only think of one thing: Why? What happened in the war, to make them blow up the world? My knees gave out from under me, making me tumble down a hill. My hooves scraped and slashed up against pieces of shrapnel and scrap metal, creating new wounds. When I reached the bottom, I just laid there. Blood slowly rushed out of my cuts, finding the ground.

Everypony I ever knew...is dead. Gone. Without a trace, their remains probably laying somewhere in the wasteland bestowed before me. Tears streamed from my eyes, and down my face; dropping onto the ground. Im alone. Alone, in this forgotten land, where thousands of ponies died in balefire. Why me? How come Im the one to survive? Why me? Salty tears ran down my face, wetting my fur.

As I laid there, minutes became hours. It got darker-and-darker, until eventually the moon was hanging in the sky. My Pipbuck clicked, a small light replacing the screen. The light surrounded me, covering me in a bright circle. I curled up into a tight ball for warmth. The Pipbuck beeped faster-and-faster, stating temperature levels are too low. Frost took over my body, making me shiver; my teeth chattered in my mouth.

Soon, music came into earshot; emanating polka or something. I looked up to see a bloatsprite, except it was a robot. It hovered above me, playing music. The music stopped, and a metallic voice played out. "What are you doing out in the cold?" It`s voice showed care, which was weird considering it was a robot. "You can freeze to death."

"What`s the point? Everypony I ever knew is dead." I said, my teeth chattering to the bone.

"Thats not an excuse for dying." It said, its voice still...not robotic somehow.

"I woke up from a coma, I apparently was in for two hundred years. Found out the world blew up, and here I am." I said, gesturing to myself with my hooves. "Who are you, anyway?"

"My name is Watcher." It said.

"You watch stuff?"

"No, that`s just my name."

"Brisk. Nice to know that not everything is trying to kill me." I said sarcastically.

"Little advice: If you want to survive, you may want to get out of the cold. Also, make some friends." Watcher said. Friends? I didn`t know you can make friends in the apocalypse. I stood up, brushing off dirt. I swatted my mane out of my eyes, brushing it to the side. "And lastly: Find your virtue." I went to question him, but the music switched back on, and he flew into the distance.

Virtue? Friends? Since I dont know what my virtue is, Ill just try to find friends. Friendship is Magic. I looked at my compass, it notifying me of different locations. I`ll...pick...this one! I started off in the direction of the randomly chosen location and smiled; despite the situation...

I dodged to the left, seconds away from getting a knife in the face. I reared up to the wall, pushing off it with my hindlegs; slamming into the pony. Grabbing him as we hit the ground, I pulled his hoof outward; an audible cracking sound could be heard. He screamed in agony, pushing me off him with his uninjured hoof. I landed on my back, dust flying around me. I stood up, pulling out my 'toothpick'. I slowly walked up to him, my switchblade held tightly in my teeth`s grasp. I crouched down, my face inches away from his. "Why?"

When he didnt respond, I punched him in the muzzle; blood spitting out his mouth. I brushed myself off, and stood up. As I walked away from him, I smiled. I feel good! I pushed the manors doors open, sunlight blasting me in the face immediately. I shot a glance at my Pipbuck for locations. There`s one close to here, exactly a couple miles. Yeah, 'close'. I pulled out my sawed off shotgun, cocking it and slipped it back in. I have the urge to drink alcohol for some reason, and cuss like a sailor. Weird.

I wonder if there`s a radio station. I slowed down, looking at my Pipbuck. After shifting through several sections of my fancy watch, I found 'Radioactive Radio' Funny. I clicked on it and was greeted with a rough stallion voice. "Now for ponies out in Trottingham, watch out for Raiders. They seem to love the old highway. Until somepony clears them out, stay away from there. This is Redbelt with Radioactive Radio."

Okay, then. I looked up to see a broken down highway. Oh, luck. You fucked me over too many times! A bullet hit the ground next to me, prompting me to get out of there! I galloped over to a rusted wagon, its wheels missing and half of its front is destroyed. Great cover. I rushed pulling out my shotgun, making me drop it. Maybe S.A.T.S can help? I activated it, but it denied, returning me to regular time. "Oh come on!" I screamed, all while I was getting shot at.

I peeked over, shot, and slipped back down. Seconds later, I heard a scream. Welp, that was lucky. For once. My E.F.S indicated seven red dots, all of them clustered up together. Oh Wonderful! Wind blew past me, my mane and tail swaying around in it. Maybe I can run to the left, shoot, and flank? Let`s try! I reloaded real quick, my shells flying out and my new ones popping in and finding their position. I exhaled, my mind running million miles-a-second. I ran to the far left, dodging bullets and returning them with more accuracy than I knew I had. Both shells were shot, and by the time that was, I was fighting hoof-to-knife combat with a raider.

He was wearing brass-hooves, both glistening copper and well crafted. They were both to be used against me. I pulled out my switchblade, its silver blade shining in the radioactive sun. He raised his hoof up, striking me in the face with it. A painful sensation entered, and it would not leave. I sliced the hoof he hit me with, his fur getting cut off. Bliss was in my body as soon as I realized Luck was in my favor. I grabbed him by the neck, furiously slitting his throat. Blood spurt out the gash, covering me in his life juice. I dropped him, his limp body hitting the ground with a *thump*. I glanced up, a raider aiming its gun at me. I quickly threw my knife at her, it`s blade sinking into her face. She landed, her gun carried to her grave.

I retrieved my switchblade, and snatched the gun as well. Thick blood covered the blade, staining the silver material. I dumped it in my saddlebags and decided on using my new toy. I pulled back the bolt, the gun clicking afterwards. I trotted torwards three other red dots, still standing in the same position. I grinned and hurried up, anticipating my arrival. Once up, I was immediately shot at. I returned a few shots, two of them chipping off blocks of concrete behind them. The remaining shots struck one of them in the chest, the bullet puncturing his skins and maybe one of his ribs. I cocked it and shot, striking another raider in the head. The last one took off, his hooves carrying him away from me. I smiled and pursued after him.

Dirt kicked up, practically soaking me with it. "Im sorry! I was just kidding!" He screamed in front of me, still a couple feet away from me. He tripped, his hooves getting caught in a barrage of rocks. As he struggled for escape, I approached; smiling like a filly on Hearts Warming Eve. He looked up, his pupils shrinking a mass amount. That made me smile even more. He rushed, his hooves trying to quickly escape from the cluster of rocks.

"Maybe... you shouldn`t have shot at me." I said as I sat next to him, reloading my gun.

"Please! I have a filly at home! And a wife! And a dog!" He pleaded, tears streaking down his face. I continued reloading, still concentrating on my rifle of death. Something cold and hard pressed up against my head, pushing through mane and onto the back of my head. I frowned. I never been in this situation before.

"Let him go." Came a calm, soft voice. I seriously couldnt tell if it was a mare or stallion. The raider nodded and pulled out his hooves out, after struggling a couple times. How come he couldnt do that while I was reloading? He stood up and ran, tripping along the way. Some things never change I guess. The gun was pulled from my head, then I was wacked in the head with it. I hit the ground, my eyes slowly closing. As blackness entered from the corners of my eyes, a mare with an orange coat and autumn mane came into view. Blackness consumed my eyes, and I fell unconscious...

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Pain entered from my head, I felt like there was a second heart in my head. I reached up to my head to rub it, feeling a thick, warm liquid sliding down my face. It took me a couple seconds to adjust, to realize I was hanging upside down; both of my hindlegs tied up and connected to a raptor on the ceiling. Fantastic. It`s times like these when I wish I had a Snickers Bar. I wonder if there is any left? Right, back to the matter at hoof. I reached up with my hooves, inches away from the rope. I slumped back down, blood still sliding down my face and onto the floor.

"Good. Youre awake." Came that same calm, sweet voice. It sounded like if it was a liquid, it would taste like syrup. The lights flashed on, temporarily blinding me. I raised my hoof up to cover my eyes, the brightness burning my retinas. After a moment, I got used to it and looked forward. Standing there was a mare, a sun orange coat and an autumn green mane. She looked at me, her eyes staring into me; almost if she can read my thoughts. She looked down at my cutie mark with interest. My cutie mark was a tree. Its leaves consisting of all the colors: Green, brown, orange, red, and yellow. It meant my fascination for the environment. Something that`s gone in this world, sadly.

"What do you want?" I asked, still struggling with the restraints.

"You were going to kill that stallion. I saved his life." She said, not missing a single beat.

"He tried to kill me. He was shooting at me and it was justice."

"Sometimes, not everything has to resort to violence. He was trapped and would not escape."

"Well, now he`s going to go kill more people." I said, throwing up my hooves up in protest.

"You don`t know that." She said, looking at me with those emotionless eyes.

"I... Um... Well." She has a point. Not everypony in the world is trying to kill me. Watcher didnt try to kill me, and if she wanted to; I wouldve been dead by now. "Still, what do you want from me?" I refrained from struggling, making her think I trust her.

"I need your help."

"My help? I woke up yesterday from a coma, what possibly could you need help with when you`re asking me?" I desperately asked.

"Theres something I need. And I cant do it alone. You will get paid, but you can walk away now." She proceeded to cut me down, which resulted in me falling down and getting hurt. Yay! More Pain! I rubbed my back, trying to relieve the pain.

"What do you need help with?" I asked, slowly making my way off the ground.

"In due time. As for right now, you need some better gear." She said, pointing to my stuff in the corner.

"What`s wrong with my gear?"

"Everything. Welcome to the Wasteland."

Footnote: Level Up!
Marksman: When in S.A.T.S, you can throw your knife for ranged attacks.

Credit goes to Kkat for letting me play in her endless sandbox and Extra credit for making the original.