Prologue

“I didn’t ask for this. None of this,” said a lone man wearing a brown leather duster, stained with dried, flaking blood with a black Stetson perched jauntily on his head. He crouched on a rocky overhang, looking out over a city blanketed with snow and ice. The sky spread out before him is extremely overcast; the clouds stained red from the evening sun setting on the horizon as the black night crept up on his rear.

The highways going in and out from the city are dotted with holes from bombs, explosions, and general weathering, wearing them away over the years. The highways that had collapsed were now full of dangers that the man has learned how to avoid and deal with in the last several months in this wasteland. A rifle, resembling an AKM from the old days on Earth—but with a longer barrel—sat adjacent to the strangers back; slung over his shoulder. The winds howled in the seemingly empty city that was once filled with ponies. But, he knew that ponies and other danger lurk in that godforsaken city that he must now trek into.

“None us of did, but, we all can’t get what we want, and this is the life we live. We must learn to make the best of a bad situation.” A gun-metal, blue-grey unicorn stallion said crouching right next to the man. The breeze blew his charcoal black mane to the front of his face, partially obscuring his vision as he too looked out over the city. They stood there watching the sun set until the subsequent darkness eventually enveloped the icy city, removing the means with which anyone could safely venture through the desolate place.

The man closed his eyes, sighing as the memories of his life flashed through his mind like a holotape. Before the bombs, before the war, just when everything was peaceful. He knows that he will never know peace again. “Do you remember all of our friends?” The man said, unslinging his rifle and chambering a round.

The buck sighed. The memories of everyone they had encountered ran through his mind. “Of course. I will never forget them. Why would I?” The buck responded. Using his aura, he took out his zebra assault rifle and inserted a fresh magazine. He then pulls the action on the rifle back, letting it snap forward, loading a round into the chamber.

“I miss them, I miss them all. I miss my home too, but... That’s gone now,” said the stranger, adjusting his hat against the dirty mop of brown hair that has grown think and long in his time in the Equestrian Wasteland.

“I miss them too. But, my home is wherever I go,” the buck said, earning him a raised eyebrow from the man.

“Really? You had to use that old line?” He said with a light chuckle.

The buck tiredly grinned back. “Yes, I did. Now it’s time to go,” he responded, moving down the ridge in front of them.
The man looked to the Pip-Boy 3000 clamped around his arm. He looked up at the city again and sighed, following his new friend down the ridge.
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Editing done by the great Alcatraz. Here is the link to this great guy.http://www.fimfiction.net/user/Alcatraz