Meet Quake. Or, well, don't. He's ornery and lost. Traveling the Equestrian wasteland out of boredom or necessity, he won't say. Now he's resting with a small group of ponies who give him more distance than directions, and it's a hot day. Might as well get a drink of water from the well over yonder before settling down to nap the afternoon away, yeah?

This is my first MLP fanfiction, my first Fallout fanfiction, and my first attempt at writing something in a long, long time. Try to be gentile. It's also inspired by a GrimDark commission that Quake got to be a part of from the very talented artist, Amazin.