Fallout Equestria: Rebirth

Chapter 1: Awakening

The darkness surrounded me like a comfortable blanket. I couldn't help but smile as I drifted from one dream to another. This was peaceful. It was just what I needed. I felt my mind begin to unravel as my heartbeat slowed in my chest. Finally peace. If this was death, then death wasn't so bad.

In the comfortable silence, a pinprick of light suddenly appeared, making me squint.

"....dawn! Dawn please...hold on. We'll find another way!" A male's voice said from the light sounding impossibly far away.

Huh? Stop, I thought, leave me alone, let me sleep, I was already dead anyway, just go away and let me be.

"Berry...there is no other way. Come on, let's get out of here....this place stinks." Another voice said sounding like it was about to break.

I wondered what they were so upset about? I thought drifting closer towards the light. This place didn't stink, this place smelled of nothing, perfect nothingness. In a disconnected way, some part of me noticed that the pinprick of light was coming closer.

Hee hee, silly little light, I was already gone.

Yeah, fuck you light I'm gone.

That was when the pain started.

Thick hot beams of pain suddenly lanced up my sides and down my hooves. I felt for a moment like I was on fire. I could almost feel my hooves crack with the heat.

No! NO! Let me back into the dark. It was safe there. There was no pain there.

Letting out a soundless scream, I looked down at my legs and gaped in horror as orange lines of fire coursed up from my hooves to my chest, then my face. The fire was inescapable, it was in my veins, in my blood, burning me from the inside out. Convulsing, I barely made out a computerized voice mutter from somewhere beyond the veil of death,

"Resurrecting in 3....2....1"

The pain suddenly doubled, then tripled, as the pinprick of light engulfed me in it's flames. I screamed for death but instead my lungs sucked in the first breath of air.

I shot upright on the medical table screaming, my entire body hurting from the fire still trapped in my veins. Looking down at my hooves I continued screaming, no longer seeing the flame but still feeling it nonetheless.

"Welcome to the world of the living." A robotic voice said from the strange eight-legged mechanical wonder that stood beside me.

It's top half looked like a pony, distinctly male but where it's hooves should have been, metal cords stretched out holding different tools. Most of which looked medical in nature.

My scream died away in a small squeak. Staring at the thing in horror I tried to recall the moments before. They fell away from my mind like a dream, the only thing I could grasp at was that it was nice, so completely opposite from what I had just experienced.

"How would you rate your experience?" It asked.

The pain in my limbs was slowly receding, crawling it's way upwards towards my chest. The fire was huddling together in my heart, determined to keep me burning.

"Fire!" I coughed, my chest heaving with the effort it took to take breath.

My lungs felt as though they had shriveled to almost non-existence and each breath tore at the tissue inside me, forcing it to expand.

"Oh yes, it does hurt quite a bit I would wager." The robot said happily. "But you're alive. How would you rate your experience?"

Rolling onto my stomach I coughed again and closed my eyes tight.

Think, I told myself.

I felt a pang of panic shoot through my body. Looking back at the robot I asked.

"Who am I?"

The robot paused for a moment.

"I'm sorry madam. I haven't any clue in the slightest. You see, I was just turned on today, and Stable-Tec looks to be unresponsive to my inquires. This stable is currently working at 33% capacity. However I noticed the Pip-Buck on your leg and recognized you as a Stable 40 inhabitant. We must save all Stable 40 inhabitants." The robot droned, nodding it's head in a slight bow.

"Pip-Buck?" I echoed looking down at my leg.

The little computer wrapped around my leg just below my knee blinked green for a moment before a message appeared.

"Diagnostic system reinitialized.

Attempting to connect to Stable-Tec: Error.

Reestablishing basic parameters from system file 99."

The screen went dead a moment before lines of code began scrawling across it.

"These things are damn near indestructible love." A voice purred at the back of my mind.

Blinking I sighed and sat up looking around the room for the voice before realizing it had come from inside my head. The robot asked me again to rate my experience.

"A 9." I said with a sigh, wanting the thing to shut up and let me think.

The room was a brilliant white, it's only defining features being the medical table that I was currently on and the steel gray door to the south.

"Okay, let's start with something simple." I said to myself. "What is your name?"

"My Stable-Tec designation is XA-324C." The robot chimed happily. "But you may call me Charlie."

"Not you." I growled, a headache growing around my temples.

My mind searched though the hollow remnants of itself, back to before the pain, which I now noticed had collected stubbornly in my chest, refusing to ebb away further. I forced myself to recall the darkness, the peace. There had been voices hadn't there? They had used a name.

"Dawn....Dawn please hold on...." The male's voice had said.

Was he talking to me?

Something in my head clicked as familiar and I smiled in spite of the pain in my chest.

"Okay, My name is Dawn." I muttered. "Good. That's something."

"Dawn? Very well." The robot said. "Updating on site databases. Pip-Buck user number 221, Dawn. Would you like a surname?"

"W-what? Oh...um...no thanks." I said awkwardly, not being able to pull up an accompanying name.

"Very well Ms. Dawn. As the last resident of Vault 40 would you like me to show you to your room?" XA-324C asked.

"Last resident?" I asked.

"Yeah, these vaults are made to hold 500-600 ponies right?" The same voice from earlier asked inside my head, making me look around a second time before groaning and rubbing my temples.

I tried to hold onto it but it slipped through my mental fingers. Like I was trying to hold sand in my hooves.

Damn it! This was aggravating. I couldn't remember anything but the meager bits of conversations that my own mind was feeding to me. Like handing a single piece of hay to somepony starving.

"Yes ma'am," The robot answered. "Current diagnostic indicate that their are no other inhabitants. Would you like me to take you to your room?"

Slipping off the table I found it extremely difficult to get my hooves under me but, eventually managed. After a couple of failed attempts that left me on the floor gasping for air. Every intake of breath made the fire in my heart burn hotter, causing me to wince.

"Sure." I said not knowing what else to say.

Standing her wasn't doing anything.

Confusion overwhelmed even the pain. The only thing I knew was that my name was Dawn. Try as I might, my mind refused to recall anything before the darkness. It was damned frustrating. I obviously had been something before the ball of pain on the medical table. I could speak and understood what a robot was. I knew the basics, which meant that I was taught the basics, and since I hadn't spent longer than 15 minutes with this robot, all the time of which, we had spent teaching me none of these things I had to assume that I had learned this sometime before the dark. My head let out another pang reminding me that maybe now wasn't the time to be thinking so deeply.

Fine brain.

"First things first." I said, my stomach growling. "I'm hungry."

"We have the most excellent cafeteria here in Stable 40!" The robot exclaimed gliding across the floor on it's tube-like legs to the door. "It should serve your empty stomach perfectly."

"Great." I said walking across the room to the door, "At least something's working in my favor."

"May I be the first to welcome you to your very own Stabe-Tec Stable, Ms. Dawn." Charlie said with a low bow pressing the button on the wall and opening the door into the rest of the stable.

I was immediately glad that I hadn't had anything in my stomach at that moment because if I had, I would have relinquished it to the floor. The hallway beyond the door was in stark contrast to the pristine white room behind me. Nearly every inch was covered in dirt, grime, and blood. Pieces of what I could guess was only pony lay scattered down the hall like garbage.

Backing away quickly, I stifled a scream in my throat as the robot turned to look at me.

"Ms. Dawn? Is something amiss?" It asked bobbing up and down. "The cafeteria is this way."

"What happened?" I managed, the stench wafting from the hall making me gag.

"Whatever do you mean Miss?" The robot said kindly, bobbing towards me to gently press me forward. "This is your stable Ms. Dawn and the cafeteria is this way."

Half walking, half being pushed, I advanced down the hall, trying as hard as I could not to step on the fragments of meat that lay strewn down the hall. That was difficult enough, however it was nearly impossible not to stare.

Gagging on the smell I had to take several breaks as we passed the many doors lining the corridor. The robot, obviously not seeing the same stable I was, chatted politely giving me the rundown on the place.

"This corridor is one of many Residential quarters." He chimed, "And up ahead you'll see the common room where you and yourself can retire after a long day of hard work."

"Hard work?" I managed through clenched teeth.

"Hard work is happy work of course." Charlie said back completely failing to answer my question.

The hallway opened up into a rather large room. Some of the lights were broken or flickering and, for a moment, I could almost pretend that this room wasn't painted with blood but then my eyes adjusted to the dimmer light and all of the gore seemed to jump out at me like some nightmarish beast.

Dead ponies lay strewn about the recreation room like discarded napkins, various portions of them horribly mangled or, in more and more frequent cases, were simply missing. One mare lay near my hooves, halfway underneath a billiards table, her face turned towards me, a hole in between her eyes. My mind conjured a cruel image of her enjoying a game of pool with her friend that sat pinned to the wall by what looked like railroad spikes just a moment before she was horribly murdered by some unseen deathpony. Several chair were upturned, small holes adorning each. The dead ponies behind them telling a story of a failed attempt at dodging bullets. Trying not to look at any one pony too long I kept my eyes adverted, choosing to look up at the almost black ceiling.

Stealing a glance down, I grabbed the pool cue laying across the table and held it's least bloody end in my teeth, gagging again on the copper taste it put in my mouth.

I wasn't going to be sneaked up on, I thought, backing up towards the wall, and I wasn't going to be killed without a fight. If the thing that did this was still here it'd get more than it bargained for if it tried to attack me.

Snapping off the end of the cue into a jagged spike, I slowly walked along the edge of the room towards the door where the robot currently bobbed telling me that we needed to be moving on if we were to make it to the cafeteria before he rusted. The tinny laugh that followed the joke echoed through the stable only deepening the uncomfortable feeling that had found room alongside the pain still stubbornly clinging to my heart.

The next hallway was less gruesomely decorated, thank Luna.

Wait a minute! Stop hold on! Reverse!

"Who the hell is Luna?" I almost screamed at my brain spitting out the cue into my hoof.

It was as if my mind was toying with me.

"Luna?" The robot said immediately sounding confused. "Why she's our goddess of course."

Goddess? Okay so now I'm religious? Then my brain did something that caused me to completely forget about the hunger pains that hadn't been deterred by the gruesome spectacle in the room and hall before.

I saw an image of myself in a priests attire. This in itself wasn't all to concerning, it was the fact that when I tried to focus on what I looked like I couldn't picture it. I had no idea what I even looked like!

"Charlie! I need a mirror, now!" I ordered hoping that the Pip-Buck on my leg, still scrolling with data would give me the right to command the robot.

After all, he seemed enough like a servant.

"A mirror ma'am?" The robot said stopping a moment before continuing down the hall. "Luckily enough, our excellent soda bar has a mirror behind it. Will that suite your needs?"

"Yes, that will be fine." I said feeling suddenly tired, biting back down onto the cue I followed the robot obediently, silent until we reached a door marked "Soda Pop's Bar".

With a hiss, the door slide up into the wall and out of the way, revealing the soda parlor behind. Booths sat bolted into the floor with tables, across from the counter on the opposite side of the room. Behind this counter a mirror hung taking up the length of the wall. It was dirty and had a plethora of obscenities scrawled across it in what looked like green paint. Stepping up to the mirror I almost hurled the pool cue at the half broken robot laying behind the counter.
It's legs had been removed, leaving only sparking wires. Looking down at it I felt a sudden pang of pity for the machine.

"Well-wel-welcome to Soda Pop's bar! I'm S-sss-s-s-oda Pop!" It said twitching as it tried to great me, obviously not realizing the shape it was in. "Would you like a Sp-ar-ar-arkle Cola?"

"Now XA-324S don't bother Miss Dawn, she's here for your mirror." Charlie chided jovially.

"Well you are wel-elcome to it Miss Da-a-wn." The broken robot chimed happily.

Looking back at the mirror I pressed my hoof against the glass and wiped away the first several layers of grime, with a deep breath I looked at my reflection.

I don't know what I was expecting but the face looking back at me was only slightly familiar. Not nearly as much as I would've wanted it to be, especially because it was mine. I already knew I had a deep orange coat from looking at my legs, but my mane seemed wrong somehow, and the horn that jut from my skull seemed completely foreign to me as well. Okay I was a unicorn, unicorn's had magic, that was a plus.

However unicorns had to learn their magic right? A piece of a memory floated to the forefront of my mind.

I lay on a bed focusing hard on a bullet sitting on my end table trying to make it move. I strained for a moment and my horn started to glow. However the memory cut short before I could recall if I moved the damned thing.

Back to my mane, it frustrated me less.

It was cut short on one side leaving the other side longer, my bangs sat curled behind my ears. Reaching up, I pulled them free from the scab I found sticking, still wet, to the back of my skull, and they fell neatly over my left eye.

I felt slightly more relieved, looking back into the mirror now, to recognize my own face a bit more.

"Charlie? What happened to me?" I asked gesturing to the wound on the back of my skull.

"I don't know ma'am. However, when I found you you were much worse." He said proudly. "I did the best I could ma'am."

"You did...great..." I said smiling despite the sadness that suddenly found it rooming with pain and uncomfortable in my heart, it was starting to get crowded there. "Thank you."

Looking back at my reflection everything was suddenly blurry as I started to cry. Everything was wrong. I barely recognized my own face, had no idea where I was and it didn't help the fact that where I was, was a graveyard. A bloody broken graveyard. Dropping to the floor I wrapped my forelegs around the broken robot XA-324S and sobbed. I don't know why but I needed to hold something right now, and holding something that seemed as broken as I was just felt right.

"Ms. Da-aw-n? Is something the matter-rr-r?" He asked. "Would you like a spa-rkle cola-a?"

Nodding in between my sobs I let him go feeling suddenly embarrassed.

"You piece of shit! Quit your crying before I give you something to cry about!" Another voice popped into my head, far less kind than the one before.

"I'm sorry miss," The soda pop robot said, "I seem to be stuck. I will send for the Technician right away.

"What?" I asked for what seemed like the hundredth time this hour, this time more to the memory than the robot.

"Here! Must I do everything myself?" Charlie scolded bobbing over to the nearby refrigerator and taking from it a small bottle with a label reading Sparkle Cola. "Here you go miss."

Taking the bottle I unscrewed the cap and took a sip of the liquid trying to remember the voices in my head. The sweet taste of carrot's tickled my tongue and suddenly I was much more interested in getting something in my stomach than my brain. My brain was being an asshole right now. Drinking down the entire bottle in one gulp I gasped for air a moment before standing up and rushing over to the refrigerator.

"How long was I out?" I asked the medical robot.

"The resurrection procedure took 5 days." He answered.

Looking at the contents of the refrigerator I grimaced, along with the bottles of Sparkle Cola in the door, there were several wooden spikes spearing some strange meat unfamiliar to me. Pulling off the meat I stared at it in my hooves a moment before closing my eyes tight. I was so hungry.

Popping the meat in my mouth I gagged at first but my stomach overrode my throat and soon I was eating the strange gray squares of meat with gusto. After five days on an operating table I could afford this one lapse in judgement. Ponies were vegetarian's, this was a piece of information my oh-so-helpful brain deemed worthy enough to clue me in on.

"Not all of us." He had said.

Wait, who had said that? Growling at my brain again I gently beat my horn against the wall.

Son of a bitch, if I had the ability I'd get Charlie here to take out my brain just so I could punch it. Hard.

"Ma'am? Should I get the cook to make more?" Charlie asked gesturing to the food. "He is a real talent if I do say so myself."

"Talent? Yeah s-sure." I mumbled.

Just then my Pip-Buck beeped. Looking down I saw the Stable-Tec logo flash across the screen followed by a diagnostic screen showing medical readouts for what I could only assume was myself. All in the green.

Wait a minute.

Jumping to my feet, I couldn't help but beam at the thought in my head. Of course there was a way to learn who the hell I was! My cutie mark! It would at least be one more thing I'd know about myself other than just my name.

Turning my head, I felt the smile melt from my face, nothing....there was nothing there. It felt like a rock the size of my head had dropped into my stomach. My flank was completely blank. Shaking my head I fell back to sit on the dirty black and white checkered floor.

"Madam is some-th-thing the matter?" The Soda Pop robot asked.

"I...Well I don't know who I am Soda Pop. I woke up a hour ago and have no idea who I am or what I'm doing. I'm lost." I said feeling infinitely stupid for confiding in a robot.

"May I suggest going to Securit-y-y-yy?"

"Security?" I asked perking up a little.

"Yes ma'am. They monitor the-e-e entire stable. If anyone can help you find your way back to the Residential w-ing-ing-ing, it would be them." The broken thing suggested.

"Thank you..." I said, I wasn't trying to get to the residential wing but a place this big had to have some type of surveillance. "Could you tell me where to find Security?"

"Absolutely ma'am. Simply go out the door to your left and follow the s-s-signs."

Picking myself up I rushed out the door. If the Security wing monitored everything that happened in the vault then maybe I could find some video of 5 days ago. Maybe I'd finally get some answers. I wasn't going to hold my breath though, the uncomfortable in my heart told me that not hoping for too much was a good idea.

Sliding up to the Security station door I slipped in the blood on the floor almost falling face first into it. Catching myself on the door frame I winced as sharp metal cut into my hooves. Son-of-a...Pulling myself away I looked at the door and blanched. It had been blown out, black charred marks stretched away from the breech like tentacles reaching out to consume the rest of the Stable.

I noticed that all of the tables on the other side of the breach, had been blown backwards into the wall of screens lining the back of the room. Several of the lights overhead had been completely shattered making this room the darkest yet. Stepping forward carefully I pushed my way through until my progress was impeded by a table. I waited and listened. I was suddenly scared, the darkness that seemed so peaceful before my waking now seemed ominous. I really wished I hadn't left my pool cue back in the Soda Parlor.

Moving the tables out of the way, I finally reached the screens. A dark smear marred the floor at my feet. I stared at it for a moment and shivered, then I turned my attention to the screen. Pressing the power button I watched as the computer booted up, its screen illuminating the room in an eerie green glow. Reaching down I grabbed a small stool laying slightly bent beneath the terminal and sat on it.

I watched as the screen started running the same program that my Pip-Buck had when it had come online. Taking a few minutes I pulled the little computer and started flipping through the different tabs. Glancing back up at the screens, I turned my back to them so I could watch the rest of the room as I looked through my Pip-Buck.

Finding a tab labeled 'Notes' I clicked on it and watched as a almost blank screen appeared. One file sat at the top, "Your New Pip-Buck and You". Clicking on the file I watched as a greeting message appeared.

Glancing up I checked the room for any deathponies and, being satisfied with my 'all clear' assessment, turned to look at the security screen behind me.

"Downloading recent Video Feeds."

Good, in a few moments I'd hopefully have the answers I was looking for. Looking back at my Pip-Buck I scrolled down the screen a bit and began to read up on the little computer. It wasn't much information, just the basics but the basics told me that this little machine was far more magical than I was, at the moment.

I wanted to grow up to be like it, I thought sarcastically.

A beep sounded behind me, thankfully distracting me from the bombardment of information.

Turning I looked back to the screen.

"Log in Requested:

Please attach Pip-Buck"

Looking back at the computer on my leg I turned it over and found a thin wire connected to a small black connection box. Connecting my Pip-buck to the security terminal I waited as the screen indicated that it was validating my credential. Now I was holding my breath.

"Log in Accepted.

Welcome to your station Security Mare 221 Dawn."

The screen winked off a moment before different options populated. Finding the option labeled Security Video feeds I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Finally I was getting somewhere. It requested I put in a day and time. Looking down at my Pip-Buck I found the current date and time at the top right of the screen. Counting back five days I typed in the date and pressed enter. The screen then requested that I designate which feed I wanted from a list of camera's. Starting at the top I pressed on the feed labeled 'Entrance'.

The screen went to static after a moment before blinking to life. A moment later, all of the other screens turned on, all of the one's that weren't broken that is, each showing a different angle of the Entrance room. The room beyond the screen was large and slightly cleaner than the rest of the stable I had been in, not counting the medical room I thought. A long ramp bisected the it, stretching towards a large gear shaped piece of the wall marked with yellow paint around the edges. Boxes sat piled up in the corners of the room almost to the ceiling containing Goddess new what. For a long couple of minutes nothing happened, the only change being the timer at the top left hand of the screen ticking forward. Then two ponies came into view. They were ragged and looked beaten. Whatever had killed all of the other ponies didn't get them.

"Look Rain, I know it hurts okay. I'm hurting to" The gray stallion at the front said. "but now it's up to us to make sure her death isn't in vain."

"Shut it Berry!" The blue mare behind him suddenly snapped, stopping. "I'm done trying to help these ponies. The best of us gave their life to try and make the world a better place and guess what? It won't change a fucking thing!"

"Come on Rain!" Berry said with a sigh, "I know you don't believe that. We've done a lot of good, sometimes the wasteland is cruel but that doesn't mean you can just give up on it."

"She was a good pony," Rain said and even from this distance I could see her body shake, with what? Rage, sadness, or both. "She was a good pony and she was killed by some sadistic raider just for the hell of it. I'm done."

The blue mare pushed past him and walked over to a large yellow console. Sliding down a lever I watched as a large metal arm extended from the ceiling and screwed into the hole at the center of the gear. With a loud screeching noise I watched as the gear slid out from the wall and rolled with the arm to the side leaving a large opening in the wall.

"I'm done trying to help these ponies that don't deserve it." Rain said walking down the ramp turning to back at him sadly. "Good luck Berry, I hope you're able to do whatever you think she would've wanted but we're no Lightbringer."

Then she walked away leaving the stallion alone with his thoughts.

I watched him sit down and sigh, shaking his head. Looking up I heard him mutter, "Sorry Dawn. I can't do this alone."

My heart went out to him.

"But you're not alone, I'm still alive." I whispered hanging my head a moment, pressing my hoof into the screen.

I knew this stallion, I just felt it. He was a good pony and he needed me to tell him that his heartache wasn't for nothing. I was alive and I was going to make this right for both of them.

When I looked back up he to was gone, leaving only the timer ticking forward. For a long moment I stared at the timer, ticking slowly to the moment where I'd come to in a world of pain.

"Ma'am, there you are!" A familiar voice said suddenly nearly making me soil myself.

"Son of a bitch!!!" I yelped almost falling off of the stool.

I put myself quickly together and looked up to see Charlie bob towards me holding a tray. Placing it at the station he waited a moment before stating.

"The cook was not there so I brought you what I could find."

Looking at the box of snack cakes I nodded and began opening and eating them.

"Thank you." I said between a mouthful of sweet.

Pressing a couple of more keys I went back to the previously entered date and searched the vault. No one was alive. Whatever killed all of these ponies had already happened. Could Rain and Berry have? No, impossible, these ponies were good. I knew that with more conviction than I even knew my own name.

Changing the date a couple of hours prior I felt my heart sink as the screen indicated that no data existed beyond this point.

"WHAT?!" I cried slamming my hoof into the keyboard.

"Whatever is the matter miss?" Charlie asked.

"Where is the video feed from more than 5 days ago?" I asked aggravation tainting the sweet in my mouth.

"Ma'am, sensors indicate that this Stable was rebooted 5 days and 2 hours ago. All information was wiped per protocol Windstorm." The robot informed me.

That's it, I was done with this bloody dirty stable. I was leaving!

"Charlie, take me to the entrance." I ordered thoroughly pissed.

"Of course ma'am, right this way." He said happily, bobbing out of the room.

I glared at the screens one last time and stomped out of the room.

Fine, if this Stable wanted to side with my brain and didn't want to tell me anything I'd find Berry or Rain and go from there. They obviously knew me and, a thought interrupted my inner rant, I had friends who could help.

I found myself smiling as we reached the entrance room.

Looking at the giant gear that sat as a door for the Stable I felt a stale breeze blow in from the tunnel beyond. It was cool, almost cold and felt great as it beat back the gore infused air of the stable.

"Ma'am, are you planning on leaving?" Charlie asked, his normally cheerful voice suddenly sounding sad.

That was weird, could robots feel sad?

"Yes Charlie," I said, "but maybe not for long. I have to find my friends. Until I get back I want you to clean this stable okay? Any refuse you find, just burn if you can."

"Yes ma'am." Charlie said his tone returning to a more cheerful one. "When you return this stable will be so clean that you can eat off of it."

There isn't a cleaning agent powerful enough, I thought turning to face the gear shaped hole.

"Before you leave Ms. Dawn, please take this with you as a parting gift from your Stable to you." Charlie said rushing over to a box in the corner before floating back with two saddlebags. "Inside you should find some supplies for a journey on the outside."

Putting on the saddlebags I saw my Pip-Boy flash a message. Bringing it up in front of me I noticed that it now had a tab for inventory. Pressing it I saw that the contents of my saddlebags now showed up. 3 apples, 3 purified waters, 9mm pistol, and 20 9mm bullets.

Huh, handy.

Checking my saddlebags I found that all of these things were there and all of them were sorted and stacked to maximize carrying capacity.

"Thank you again Charlie, for everything." I said stepping out of the vault.

"Programmed to serve ma'am." I heard the robo-surgeon, cook, and apparent janitor call back.

The dirt beneath me was hard, as I walked through a long winding tunnel, the ground was littered with bottles and strange inhalers that stunk of methane. Every couple of feet I would stop to listen ahead, not liking the darkness that the tunnel had forced upon me.

After a few minutes I saw a soft blue light ahead. Rushing forward I found a door, pieced together with rusted bits of metal, wire and broken planks of wood. Between these broken pieces the light from the outside shone inward.

With a deep breath I pressed on the door and stepped out into the world beyond. I was going to find Rain or Berry or both. I didn't know who I was but I knew that I had been given a second chance at life and refused to waste it. I was going to make my death mean something.

LVL UP: Perk Added- RoboAlly: You gain plus ten to speech when consorting with Robot kind. This perk also opens up new dialog options with the mechanical wonders of the world.

This fanfiction is based on Fallout Equestria by Kkat; a familiarity with the source material may aid your understanding.
You can read Fallout Equestria by Kkat on Equestria Daily
http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/04/story-fallout-equestria.html