Chapter 1: Prologue

I didn’t know true fear before I had a sucking wound in my chest.

You know how in the movies you see characters saying a few words after they’ve been shot, feeling peaceful and accepting? Well that’s bullshit. Getting shot sucks. A lot.

As the truckload of adrenaline loses its fight with bloodloss to keep me conscious you may be wondering, how it came to this. Well, it all started with a show called My Little Pony.

My dad and I were right outside a hunting reserve in Dallas, Texas on my eleventh birthday. It was kind of chilly, normal for early fall in Texas. My dad was holding a rifle in his hands. I asked

“If I am good, can I hold the rifle?” Normally I am very good, so I thought that would be easy. But I wasn’t expecting this.

“Here you go, Travis,” said my dad, handing me the rifle. I couldn’t believe it, “this is your gift.”

He said smiling.

“Thank you dad, this is the Best birthday ever!” I said happily. “Can I name it?” I asked, like I had just got a puppy.

“ Sure, pick a name.” replied my dad.

“Ummmm...How about, ‘The TimberWolf’’?” I asked.

“Sure, it would work for it.” My dad said. He did catch the reference “ You know, Pearson is a brony.”

I have heard about Pearson, but I never knew He too liked the show.

“Can I meet him one day?” I asked.

“You sure can.” said my dad.

“yay” I said, making another reference.

“So Many references…” said a voice behind me.

“This is James Pearson” said my dad.

4 years later

“- And that, Mr. Ingrum, is why I say war DOES change.” I was speaking to my history teacher.

“ Well, as convincing of a debate that is, War happens everywhere-”

“Not in Equestria.” I interrupted, I trust him into knowing I am a brony, he once worked at a Bronycon.

“Touché …” was all he said, then the bell rang. “ Everyone is dismissed.”

“Still, war has changed a lot since the revolutionary war.” I said, then left.

3 Days Later

A knock at the door.

“I’ll get it!” I called, answering the door.

“ This is about your dad…” said a Marine in a black suit. I knew something was wrong.

“What is it?” I asked, hesitantly.

“He was Killed-in- Action.” replied the Marine.

“No...no…”

5 Hours later

I was sitting in my room, crying like I was five.
“Why….Dad...Why?” I cried, ignoring my my hunger. I cried myself to sleep

SPECIAL: Travis Gammill
Strength: 5[+]
Perception : 6[+]
Endurance: 4[-]
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 6
Luck: 2
Perk added: 32.-Start with a 32. hunting rifle.
Trait added: Human- Your dexterous hands give you an extra 15 points each to repair and survival, but you suffer -1 endurance and -50% movement speed over open ground. Due to your alien appearance equine characters may flee from you or attack without provocation.

Author's Note

This is my 2nd fanfic so go easy please.
Note: FO:E, the fanfic OR the game Fallout 3/New Vegas were never made in this story.