Fallout Equestria: What happens in the Past...

The pegasus woke up on the same hospital bed he had woken up on a day ago, only with a little more bodily fluids. There was a horrible pain in his chest. He tried to nurse his sore, but to no avail. He kept groaning until the larger stallion in the room noticed. He walked over with a hypodermic needle gripped in his mouth.

“Where does it hurt the most?” He asked.

The pegasus pointed to his heart. The other stallion injected med-x into him. In a second the pony became numbed and fatigued. He gave a half smile before going back to sleep. The pony gave the injured colt a half smile before leaving the room.

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. 11:23 PM. Since no one else was in the main room he thought it was best to take a break.

Creeping up the metal stairs to Twig’s room, he slowly opened the door to find Twig asleep on his bed. He took off his medical fatigues off (really it was just a plain white shirt with dried blood on it) and sat on the bed.

The large stallion woke Twig, who turned around to face the interruption. He gave him a look which told him that he wanted to know what he had been doing.

“The pegasus had a couple of pieces of rib puncture his heart and lungs. So I had to fix that. Now he’s sleeping in the infirmary. Used up my remaining med-x though. Going to go out tomorrow to get some more.” He said.

The batpony gave him a smile before turning back around. The larger earthpony climbed onto a couch that had been opposite the door, before falling asleep smiling.

They were woken up by screaming downstairs. Gris and the pegasus.

“I’ll go see what that’s all about.” Gauze said yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Walking downstairs he noticed a lot of papers had been haphazardly thrown around. They were standing in front of a chalkboard pointing at it and screaming. The chalkboard itself was covered in strange equations and symbols, but apparently they understood it.

“Am I’m telling you that this equation makes no sense whatsoever! Cold fusion cannot be, and is not real!”

“I’m telling you that you are the densest motherfucker I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting! Of course cold fusion is real!”

Gauze slowly made his way closer to the two arguing people.

“Ahem.” He said over the sound of their screaming. “It’s 4 in the morning, and me and Twig would like to get some sleep.”

“I’ll shut up when she admits she’s wrong.”
“And I’ll shut up when he admits he’s wrong!”

Gauze sighed.

“How about you both shut up, or I’ll break your fucking jaws.” He said very deadpan.

“Fine fine. But I’m right you know.”

“No I am!”

“Both of shut up! None of you are correct. All of you are correct. One of you is correct and one is wrong. In different universes you are correct, and in other universes you are wrong. Isn’t how this shit works, Gris?” He said getting more annoyed.

“It’s more complicated than that.” Gris said. Gauze gave her a death stare. “But I guess you’re kind of right.”

“Good. Now shut up.” Gauze said walking back to his room.

The stallion entered his only sanctuary of silence and peace before climbing onto the couch. Soon enough, he climbed back off, hearing a knock on the door.

“Gauze? You’re not mad are you? Do you need a hug?” a muffled voice and annoying male voice said through the door.

Gauze threw open the door wielding a baseball bat. He swung it at the pegasus a few times. He quickly jumped out of reach of his swings.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He shouted.

“Wake me up or annoy me again, and I WILL kill you! Simple as that!” Gauze shouted back at him.

“Fine! Damn, you crazy.” He said, backing away down the stairs.

“Wait.” The pegasus stopped his retreat and raised an eyebrow. “Find some warm clothes, you’re coming outside with me later.” Gauze finished.

His eyes grew wide and his pupils small. He nodded and ran down the stairs. He began to rummage through a pile of used clothes, trying to find something that fits. Gauze turned back around and went to sleep, finally feeling the peaceful embrace of sleep.

Gauze awoke five hours later. Getting off the couch, he slowly made his way over to the closet. He pulled out a large brown bomber jacket, a red with white and black camouflage scarf, and a green gas mask. He exited the room and called out to his friend.

“Hey Twig! Do you mind if that pegasus uses your gas mask for today?” He asked the sleeping pony. He gave a small wave before snuggling up tighter in the bed sheets.

Gauze grabbed the smaller gas mask from the closet and walked back downstairs. The pegasus was sitting on the couch listening to the radio. Gauze threw him Twig’s gas mask as he started to put on his clothes. The pegasus was wearing an old blue sweater.

“How are those wounds today?” Gauze asked him.

“Feels better, I guess.” Came the reply.

“Good. Okay, you ready?” The pegasus nodded.

They walked to a doorway which had the word ‘exit’ poorly written above it. The doorway lead to a shoddily constructed staircase which was covered in some ice. It lead to a dark room, the only light available being from a small crack in the wall. Gauze put on his mask, as did the pegasus. Sliding open a rusted door snow filled the room immediately. They rushed outside and quickly closed the door. They took a few deep breaths before climbing another staircase. This one led outside.

As he reached the top of the staircase the pegasus froze. He stared out at the city which lay in front of him. Toppled buildings, rubble everywhere. Smoke rose from a building in the distance. He shook his head and slowly backed down the stairs. Gauze noticed him and grabbed him.

“Oh no you don’t. You wanted to come out here, remember?” Gauze said.

“Everything, everything’s gone.” He mumbled.

“Look, follow me to where I need to go, then we can come back here and you can break down. Sound good?” Gauze asked the speechless pegasus.

He nodded and slowly followed the taller stallion. They walked across the snow covered ground until they reach a set of buildings. Gauze stopped and raised his hoof. The two waited in silence until it was broken by gunfire. With a gulp the stallion started walking into a different area. They walked past a sign that said ‘Mercer - turn left at barricade.’

“What’s ‘Mercer’?” The pegasus asked.

“It’s a settlement. That’s where we're going.

“Why are we going there?”

“That’s where Good Will Hospital is.”

“Oh. Oh now I know where we are! It was a little hard to tell because of all the snow and rubble and fire and death and is that a corpse?” He said as he stared at the remains of what looked and appeared to be a pony, although it was hard to tell without a face and lower body.

“Yes, now just follow me and we won't be too long.”

The pegasus nodded and sped up his walking. They walked for 20 minutes, passing burnt out buildings and debris littered streets. Rebar and concrete protruded from most buildings and piles of rubble, giving the pegasus a feeling of sadness and depression. Eventually they made it to a large wall made of wood and concrete. There were two ponies sitting on top of it armed with rifles.

“Oh, hey Gauze! what’re you doin’ here?” One of the guards said happily.

“Need to visit the hospital. Need some supplies, plus this guy needs another check up.” He responded nodding at the pegasus.

“Okay, cool. Hang on while we open the door.” The guard said. He looked at the other guard as they both pulled two levers simultaneously. “Oh and could you book an appointment for me? I need to get my ‘you know what’ checked.” He said to Gauze as inconspicuously as possible.

“Rod, why don’t you just come see me at my place? I’m usually free.” He said back to the stallion.

“Okay, might as well. Talk to you later, okay?”

Gauze and the pegasus walked under the giant concrete door which had just been opened by the two guards.

“So are they those Kevlar guys or...” The pegasus started.

“No no, they just guard the town. Luckily, I know them so they let me through the guard only entrance.”

“And how do you know them?”

“From my work at the hospital. Pretty much all the ponies in the town know me.”

“I guess it is kind of hard to miss the 7 foot tall pony.”

“Exactly” Gauze said.

The two walked up a set of stairs which lead to an impressively large building. Infront of the stairs were two statues of griffins in stoic poses. They walked up to the main building a set of automated doors opened as they approached. The doors lead to a lovely white room. Pictures of mountains and oceans hung on the walls with plants every in corner of the room. There were about 30 other ponies sitting on old but surprisingly clean benches. Gauze and the pegasus walked up to a little desk which had the word ‘reception’ written above it. The receptionist looked up and gave a large smile to the two.

“Hey Gauze! What are you doing here?” The chipper young mare asked.

“Hey Pedal, I’m here to pick up some supplies as well as get this guy checked up.” He said wrapping an arm around the pegasus’ neck.

“Well, there’s a couple hours wait on the doctor, but you can go through to pick up what you need. Just let me buzz Doc Happy.” She said as she reached for the button on the intercom that was on the wall to her left. “Hey doc, we got Gauze here. He need’s some more supplies. He also brought another patient in with him.” She said.

“Tell the patient to wait in the lobby and send Gauze up right away. I need a little help with this patient.” The doctor said over the intercom.

Gauze quickly ran off down a corridor.

“Please take a number and take a seat.” The receptionist said, smile slowly fading from her face.

The pegasus grabbed a sheet of paper which had the number ‘305’ crudely drawn on it, and sat down on a bench. He had to sit between two earthponies who had large wounds and lacerations around their heads, both of which were bleeding slightly over his shoulder’s.

He sat uncomfortably there for about 2 hours before his number came up, to which he trotted off to see the doctor. He didn’t exactly know what to say to the doctor or what he was even here for, but he knew he should probably mention the broken ribs.

He walked down the corridor until he came to the room he was told to go to. Room ‘35’. He took in a deep breath and opened the door,and immediately noticed the large green stallion standing next to a smaller pink mare. They both were in the middle of a conversation before they noticed the pony standing there.

“Maybe later, Sweet.” Gauze said walking past the other stallion. “By the way he has fragmented ribs. Need you to check that those are healing well.”

“Okay Gauze!” The mare said. She waved at the stallion to come closer, so he did. “Take a seat on the bed.”

He did, and she began examining him.

Gauze was already waiting outside the hospital room for the two to be done. After a few minutes the pegasus walked out.

“So what did she say?” Gauze asked starting to walk away.

“I’m fine. But she said I should take some more med-x if I feel excessive pain in my chest.” He said.

Gauze nodded and they walked out of the hospital, bags full of medical supplies. They walked in the direction of the markets.

“Where are we going?” The pegasus asked.

“The markets. You need your own gear. And I need other certain things.” Gauze said. “I’m going to give you 300 caps. You go get yourself a gas mask and some clothes.”

“Caps?” The pegasus said confusion high in his voice.

“You know, Sparkle Cola caps. Money?” He said as if the pegasus was crazy.

“You use caps as money? Wow, that’s pretty retarded.”

“Welcome to the wasteland, where bottle caps are money and the life expectancy is 12.” Gauze said walking away.

The pegasus stood there in the town centre for a minute, taking in what he saw. He looked around for any indication of which shoddily constructed building was a store. He saw a building which had a bright neon light which said ‘Babushka’s Bottle’ so it was most likely a bar of sorts. He decided to enter to ask someone inside for directions.

The inside of the bar smelt like a sewage treatment plant. Smoke lingered long in the air, the sounds of ponies talking drowned out the jukebox in the corner of the room and most seats were made out of boxes. The pegasus walked up to the bartender.

“What can I getcha?” The dirty brown earthpony asked.

“I just need directions around the town.” He responded.

The bartender sighed.

“Okay. So right across from us is Gibbles general store. Down the road is the hospital. To the west a few blocks away is Ginger’s diner. An-”

“That’s good, thanks.” The pegasus interrupted.

“Good. Now buy something or get out.” The bartender said.

The pony turned and walked out the bar, seeing as how the statement was backed by some rather big bouncers in the back. He took the pony’s directions and entered the store across the road. It smelt infinitely better than the bar, it had no strange fumes and was relatively quiet. He walked up to the counter and pressed a bell. The ring alerted a small griffon who had been out back. She walked up the counter, her tail wagging.

“Hi hi hi. Can I help you?” She asked.

“Uhh, I’m here to buy a gas mask and some more clothes.”

“Ohhh, good choice! Stallions apparel is over there.” She said pointing at a shelf.

He walked over to the shelf. Firstly he picked up a gas mask. It looked similar to the one Gauze had given him. Then he looked through all the clothes. He found a maroon coloured jacket. It had old patches. One had a picture of some kind of canine with the words ‘Red Hounds - Hunt you down, chew you up.’ Another patch had a word on it. Veteran. For some reason the jacket seemed oddly familiar and he decided to keep it.

He also found himself a small rusted 10mm pistol which seemed like a cheap buy. Bringing all the items up to the counter the griffon happily worked out the total cost of the items.

“That’ll be 332 caps please.” She said with a smile.

“332?! There’s no way that this stuff is worth that much!” He said.

“Gas mask is 200, jacket is 50 and the gun is 82.”

“82 caps for this rusted piece of junk? I could make a better one myself. How about I pay 40 caps for it?”

“No way. The most I’m willing to lower it to is 60.”

“60, really? Hello police, yes I’m being robbed!”

The two argued for a solid 10 minutes before finally settling on 50 caps. The pegasus slipped his new jacket over the sweater he was already wearing and put the gun into a pocket. He’d need to find ammo eventually, seeing as he forgot to ask during the heated price discussion.

He walked out into the town square to see Gauze waiting on a bench. Gauze stood up and walked over to him.

“Took your time.” He said to the pegasus.
“Bitch was trying to make me pay over 80 caps for a piece of crap pistol.”

“What, Gibbles? Yeah she does that sometimes. Nice jacket by the way.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks. Although it seems oddly familiar, kinda weird though.” He said walking alongside Gauze.

“Veteran, huh? Heh, maybe that’s what we should call you, well at least ‘till you get your memory back.”

“Actually.” He stopped. “That’s a pretty good idea. I mean, why not? I need a name, it’s catchy and I have a backup incase my old name sucks!”

“And we can finally stop saying things like ‘the pegasus’ or ‘the other stallion’.”

“Yeah I think this’ll work.” The pegasus said following behind Gauze.

“We’re home!” Gauze exclaimed to the warehouse.

“No one cares, Gauze.” Gris replied.

“And go fuck yourself too, Gris.”

“So, we’ve decided to call the pegasus ‘Veteran’ until he can remember his name.”

“That’s retarded. Like him. Suits him.” Gris said turning her attention to a book.

Veteran threw Twig’s gas mask at him as he walked past. Gauze walked past everyone to the infirmary carrying a bag of healing potions, bandages and other drugs. He opened the door and walked in, while Veteran took a seat next to Twig on the couch.

After a few minutes Gris finally asked something.

“So what did you get anyway?”

“A gas mask, a jacket and a rusted piece of crap gun.” He said, pulling the pistol out of his pocket.

Twig picked it up and examined it. He tried to pull the slide back, but it was jammed. He tried to take the magazine out, but it was jammed. He tried to pull the trigger, but it was jammed. In a fit of rage he took the gun over to his desk and disassembled it. He cleaned each piece thoroughly before handing it back to Veteran not five minutes later. Veteran tried to pull the slide back, and surprisingly, it worked.

“Huh.” He said. “Good job.”

Twig gave a long yawn before moving towards the infirmary. He knocked on the door before hearing Gauze mutter something through the door.

“Just, just give me.” He stopped for a second. “Give me five minutes.” It sounded like he had been crying.

A few minutes later he emerged from the room, eyes bloodshot and snot running down his muzzle. He walked towards his room with Twig following.

“Is he okay?” Veteran asked Gris.

“He’s fine. Trust me, you haven’t seen anything. Once I found him in the bathroom with his head in the toilet bowl muttering about ‘them’. Whatever that was meant to mean.” Gris responded.

“And he’s a doctor?”

“Yeah. I never got that either.”

They sat there in silence for another couple of minutes.

“I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room here.” Veteran said. “Why are you letting me stay here?”

Gris took in a long breath.

“Gauze wants you to stay here ‘till you’re better. But I.” She stopped, choosing her next words carefully. “You’re Enclave, right?”

“Who?”

“Guess that’s a no then.” She examined the pony. “But looking at the pipbuck attached to your leg, I’d say you were from a stable.”

“How did you..? What are you getting at here, Gris?”

“I want you to take me back to your stable so I can take a fair share of loot.”

“Oh! You’re one of those people huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You know what? I like your honesty.”

“The most honest crook in the wastes.”

“Look, I’d tell you without hesitation if I, you know, remembered where it was.”

“Wah wah, I have amnesia. Cut the crap I know you’ve been playing us for fools. I’m not buying it any longer.”

“Okay, what the actual fuck are you on about now?”

“Sure, act dumb. but one day you’ll slip up and bam! You’ll have to tell me.” Gris said getting up and walking to her room.

“So is she on drugs or is she just insane?” Veteran asked himself. “I should go annoy Gauze.” He said getting up off the couch.

He walked up the staircase to their room. He knocked on their door with the same ferocity as a drummer in a rock band. Inside he could hear sounds he couldn’t identify for the life of him.

“You guys good in there? Want anything? Food, water, drugs?”

“Fuck off!” He heard Gauze scream from inside.

“What, are you giving each other blowjobs or something in there?”

“No, now fuck off before I kick your ass!” Gauze screamed even louder than before.

“Totally sucking eachother off.” He whispered as he walked back downstairs.

He turned the radio on only catching the end of some old pop song. The sound of a cheerful stallion filled the air as the song ended.
“Hello my poor freezing listeners, how goes living in this shithole we call a city?” The presenter began to say. “Now I know only about 10% of you give a crap about the news, but I’m going to tell you it anyway. First off, those pesky War Stallions over by the White Sea have been harassing caravans once again. So if any caravaners hear this, steer clear of that area, or just carry better guns. Secondly, that large explosion a couple of days ago? It was definitely confirmed as a crashed Enclave ship. Kevlar Security reports that there was only one survivor of the crash, and he wasn’t even Enclave! Strange huh? Speaking of this sole survivor, Kevlar wants him brought in for questioning. So if you see him, or you are him, please head over to Kevlar Security outpost 2.” The presenter then began to give descriptions of Veteran. His grey coat, his red mane, even his cutiemark.

Veteran sat there confused. If they knew him, why haven’t they found him yet? And more importantly, what did he have to do with this Enclave they were talking about? All he knew, tomorrow he was going to find out, while hopefully getting some answers that he had been looking for for a while.

Perk Added - Master Haggler: No longer will you pay 20 shekels for a poor quality beard! You buy stuff for half price, and sell stuff for twice as much.