Jason Hill, was not having the best of days. Sure, he had his fair share of shitty days, most of which were on Mondays and Tuesdays, and involved plenty of muties. But he's also had his fair share of good days, the sun blocked out by a perpetual dark cloud cover of poisonous, being chased by mutated giraffes and squirrals who had it out for him, almost getting killed by bandits and raider gangs, or just tripping and falling into a crater filled with enough radiation to give a nuclear physicist a boner that would rival that of a lion.

Now, Jason, he was a very talented human, very talented for his unique skillset. The human bared many titles in his line of work, Looter, Scavenger, Thief, Treasure Hunter, Thief, Asshole, That One Guy, Thief, did I mention Thief? The one he liked most, however was Scavenger, which is what he told himself he did in today's world of both Equestria and Earth. He frequented going between both worlds in search of supplies, food, water, weapons, ammunition, books, things like that which he knew were worth a pretty penny back in the holdouts across both worlds. He's found many things in his odd decade of looting, ransacking and pillaging desolate buildings, military bases, failed holdouts and little secret hideaways.

Today, he was paid in bullets, booze and a Snickers bar to join a US/Russian Joint supply caravan headed from Earth to one of Equestria's holdouts in Canterlot. The city itself was said to have been taken over by mutants, but a guard contingiant aided by Russian Spetsnaz, British SAS and US Marines, they managed to take it back and turn it into a well fortified location that has become the focal point of most Stalker activity in the Equestrian Wasteland, it being the main hub of which most forces are trained. Jason was to acompany the convoy of vehicles, GAZ trucks and Half Tons, jeeps and humvees as well as a few dozen soldiers to Canterlot.

Standard job, he had done many escort missions, sometimes military needed the help of civilian scavengers and looters to get through some zones because of their knowladge of the layouts, possible trap locations, hazardous places, enemy positions, things like that. Jason was happy to help, after all, he was getting a candy bar out of this deal...

Of course, that candy bar would never see the light of day.

"Contact left!" A US Marine bellowed, as every soldier fired on several Equestrian and human bandits that appeared from a hillside nearby. Marines and Spetsnaz fired on the bandits, utilizing mondernized AK-47's, M4 Carbines, PKM's, SAW's, whatever they could scrounge up from old military bases and from homes around the world. The convoy was well armed, at least that's what Jason thought, the duel fifty caliber machine guns on the jeeps and humvees fired away, each explosive round firing sounding like thunder to his ears. Orders were bellowed by commanding officers, and taunts were bellowed back by bandits as they tried to bum rush to convoy.

The bandits, from what Jason could see, were armed with various homemade weapons, and some they must have either stolen or gotten from abandoned bases around Equestria and Earth. Hunting rifles, machine guns, shotguns, he even saw a flamethrower in there firing on the GAZ truck, setting it afire. Marines and Spetsnaz were quickly killed when the fire hit the gas tank, and it exploded, sending flaming pieces of metal flying across the area and killing several. Jason cursed, they were going to all get killed.

The scavenger grabbed onto his custom AKS-74U, firing in short bursts at an Equestrian stallion who came at him with a large hammer. Four rounds struck the pony's chest and caused him to fall back with a yell of pain, hitting the ground as his hammer landed next to him. Jason wasted no time in splitting off from the convoy, they had a tank with them, however it was an old Sherman tank repurposed with a DSHK and a flamethrower, they lacked the actual rounds for the main cannon.

Moving away from the convoy, he heard a sound of an RPG being fired, and the sound of another vehicle exploding behind him. A quick look showed it was one of the humvees, the soldiers inside quickly burning to a crisp, screaming in agonizing pain as they tried to get out only to burn. The bandits continued to bumrush the convoy, not caring in the slightest many of them were getting cut down like pigs to a slaughter. The bandits of both worlds seemed to share the same mindset, if something was nearby and it was useful for getting more things, they would attack it head on and take everything not bolted down.

He had no doubt in his mind the convoy would be stripped after they were all killed, or worse.

Turning around he ran alongside the convoy, "Fucking run, there's too many of them!" He yelled, while he was mostly a one man army and didn't exactly do team missions as often, he didn't want these people getting killed. He felt somewhat responsible, however he couldn't have known an ass ton of were going to pop up out of the woods armed to the teeth.

"Negative! Canterlot needs these suppli-AHHH!" One of the few Equestrian Royal Guard tried to respond, before he got a flaming arrow in the throat, falling back with a pained gurgle as he was slowly set on fire.

Jason cursed, firing his AKS as he took cover by a BTR-70 as it fired 14.5MM rounds at the bandits, taking out several in only a few blasts. The thudding of its gun made Jason's ears ring as he saw a rather cute unicorn medic try and heal a marine. He was about to try and help her, but didn't get the chance as a round took off half her head. To his horror she remained on her knees, as if in a daze, before she finally fell, slumping over dead as the marine bled out slowly from a wound in his stomach.

"This is the Convoy 7! We're being overrun by bandits! We need bac-!" Jason heard a radio operator go silent, the loud explosion from nearby told the scavenger all he needed to know.

They were cluster fucked, and he was right in the middle of it all.

The human stood up, taking cover once again as he felt debris rain down on him from above, the entire area was turning into a war zone, and it pissed him off just how much trouble bandits are willing to go through for a few things. The funny thing is, they're wasting all of these bullets for a convoy filled with mostly books, and a few MRE's, that much Jason knew about this convoy. It was filled with various combat books and such that could easily be replaced... maybe, he didn't know much about books. He prefers to shoot things... in the face, several times.

The intensity of the battle only grew, forcing him to shoulder his AKS before running back towards the convoy. He passed by several downed soldiers, all of which were dead or dying, he did stop to pick up a bandoleer of grenades before plucking the pin off of one and throwing it at a cluster of bandits. They didn't see it coming, and once it landed, a nice fiery explosion engulfed them, ripping off limbs and sending shrapnal flying. Jason kept moving however, until he reached his ride which was sitting in the middle of the pathway, where a dead soldier was laying. A Harley Davidson WLA with a side car attached, the olive green stained with mud, dirt and rust. Thankfully it still ran, and worked like a charm with his scavenging runs.

The man jumped onto it, putting his foot onto the starter before turning the key, and kicking the clutch down. It sputteredonce, he tried again, it sputtered once more. "Come on, work!" He begged it, giving it one more kick, and the motorcycle roared to life. As soon as it did, he spun the bike around, sending dirt flying into unlucky bandits who were behind him at the time, an then sped off down the road.

Behind him the bandits fired, a few of them missing him by yards, he did feel a couple of bullets graze him, leaving a painful feeling whereever they nearly struck. He reached for his motorcycle's gun holster, pulling off the M79 grenade launcher and aiming it behind him before firing it. The recoil nearly snapped his wrist, but the pain was worth it to see the grenade impact nearby, the magically enchanced flame grenade exploding and burning the bandits chasing him in a bright blue/purple flame.

"Fuck you bitch!" He yelled, holstering his grenade launcher before flipping the bird, continug to drive down the road at highspeed.

The human passed by several trees belonging to a dead forest, mutated animals watching him drive on by, his bike somewhat loud. As he road away from the battlefield, in what one may call a... cowardly move, he thought about what had gone wrong. Jason had no idea what went wrong exactly, it was a routine mission like most he had been paid to get in on. Follow the convoy, escort them safely to their destination, get paid some more because he was a bad ass, then reap the benifits of being a hero for helping out people. But then they were attacked, by an extremely large and well equipped bandit force... for books?

He understood books were important to some degree, holding important knowledge that many craved, like a certain purple nerd princess he had met a few years back in Manehattan. She was a very strange, but ultimately entertaining individual, despite being... nerdy as all get out. But his main focus right now was not the princess, it was the bandits, why did they attack a convoy hauling books and MRE's? Sure the MRE's were saught after by some, but they weren't exactly worth killing over, as far as he knew, of course. He's read a few books every now and then, but he had read none worth killing over.

Maybe they were a bunch of... bookworm bandits? He mused with a chuckle, as he heard an engine behind him. Turning his head, he saw a pickup truck speeding towards him, with a curse he made to grab his AKS, but the truck had rammed into the butt of his bike. Jason yelled out, suddenly losing control of his bike as they approached a sharp turn, said sharp turn having a very steep hill. "Fuck." He cursed, realizing he wasn't going to be able to turn, he tried to jump off his bike, only to find his foot was stuck.

Then everything suddenly started spinning out of control, as he and the truck went off the edge, Jason yelling out as he and his bike rolled down the hill, hard. The scavenger felt several parts of his body burn as shrp rocks pierced his skin., hot lancing pain racked his body all over as he felt one of his legs burn like hellfire, the bike crushing him as it rolled down the hill. He tried to cover himself to deflect some of the pain, but it didn't work and he only kept rolling before being sent flying forward onto the ground, hitting the graval hard as the truck crashed somewhere nearby, cries and angry curses escaping whoever it was.

Jason felt like his body was on fire, he couldn't move, nothing would respond to his commands. Everything was spinning, his eyes unable to focus on even the smallest of details as his right leg had a feeling in it resembling over a thousand pins and needles. He couldn't move it, not that he tried, he figured it was broken, even in his hazy state. Gunshots rang out suddenly, and he knew those bandits must still be alive, no doubt going to be coming for him soon.

They're gonna steal my candy bar... the fucks. He groaned in pain, struggling to move his hand, to try and grab his handgun.

"Get off MY LAND YOU SHIT EATING PRICKS!" Jason heard a woman screamed, followed by the unmistakable sound of buckshot being fired, and a cry of pain as someone was hit. More gunshots sounded, shotguns primarily, he was able to tell from how loud they were and the distinct thud of the pellets being shot through the barrels. He had no idea who the woman was, but maybe she could help him out.

Maybe he'd pay her half his candy bar in return for her aid.

More shotgun blasts sounded as he faded in and out, voices talking and fading as his vision blacked out several times. He thought he could have seen faces, but he wasn't sure. His eyes were not focusing like they should, and it probably had to of with his almost dying, he was sure of it!

"Hey! Buddy, you alright?" He heard the same voice question, smacking him a few times lightly.

"He is injured, badly."

Jason had heard many voices... but that voice... was... very...

Fucking monotone, where's your emotion at for Christ's sake? He wondered, the voice was so... flat, the kind of voice you would hear someone use when they really couldn't give a bigger fuck about whatever's going on. He didn't know if he should laugh or yell... probably both.

"I can see th-!"

"His leg is br-," The monotone voice spoke, and suddenly he felt hands on his body, touching him in places... places that shouldn't be touched, like... everywhere. "He appears to ha-"

"Let's get him i-"

Anything else was drowned out, as he felt weightless once more and everything went black.

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He's not going to make it! Oh god no!

You're a fucking disgrace, get out of my house!

I'm sorry but... I'm seeing someone else...

Its the end times man... the end times...

Jason awoke with a pained gasp, body shoot up into a sitting position... he regretted it instantly, hissing in great amounts of pain that soon turned into a confused yelp, as he looked down at his torso, seeing bandages covering much of his upper body and abdomen, his breathing was shaky, each inhalation of fresh if somewhat dusty air a spike of pain in his lungs that sent more pain coursing through his body. His spine hurt the most, and it was not long before he laid back down, relieving the weight on his spine from having to sit up. The man could feel sweat covering his bare body head to toe... then he noticed a major factor.

It was not that he was in some stranger's room...

It was not that he was in some stranger's bed...

It was not that he was covered head to toe in injuries...

It was that he was naked...

Am I naked? I feel naked. He wondered, blinking several times.

He blinked again, a look see under the covers, and he saw his boxers still on, half confirming the assumption.

He was in fact... without his main appearal.

Jason was not sure how to feel about this, he has woken up naked several times in his lifetime, most of them involving his Ex-Girlfriends... duct tape, a hotel room on a random highway, a duck, two chickens, and a VHS tape labeled Booty. He, like always, was not sure what to make of it, only leaving and going about his day. However, in this situation, this current prediciment of his that rendered him unable to move even the slightest inch out of bed, unless he wanted to be in a world of pain.

Where am I anyway? Jason had never seen such a... bland room, okay maybe that was a lie, but this wasn't bland in the way that it was empty, it was bland in the way that it didn't have any... bright decorations, it had... rocks. Lots of rocks, sure a few of them were quite colorful, but they weren't really... appealing, then again he wasn't paying much attention, like he did with everything else in his life. Turning his gaze over the room, he saw it was mostly filled with various rocks, with a desk cluttered with books, some of which that were opened. To his right was a wooden door, one that looked old and in need of repair, it looked as if someone had gone about trying to repair it using old boards, as he could see several gaps in the wood. Several candles lit up the room, a few on wall ornaments, some on the shelves, and others near the bedside table, most of them giving on a reddish glow.

Turning to his left, he was startled as he noticed there was someone in the room... somepony? He wasn't sure how that worked exactly. The person he saw was sitting in a chair was... very not human, it was a pony, specifically an earth pony mare, with a grey coat of fur that covered her entire body, purplish hair cut just a little bit and hung above her shoulders, but only just barely. Turquoise eyes peered at him from half lidded eyes that, at first glance, didn't seem to have any... light to them. The woman donned a simple looking greyish frock, that looked like it had been ruined in a few places and sewn, and she also wore a bandoleer that had some pouches on it, with a larger one resting at her hip. One leg was crossed in front of ther other, as a Rossi Overland shotgun rested by her other side.

The two stared at one another for some time, Jason blinking as the mare just gave him a look that suggested she couldn't care. She looked like she was bored, the mare having the expression of a bored and tired individual. He had never seen her before, he's seen plenty of ponies, talked to a few but she was new. He wondered if there were anymore around the place, and if so... was he in any danger?

"Uh... hi." He greeted in a weak attempt to get some information.

"Hello." She returned his greeting, with a tone of equal sounding boredom. "You were heavily injured from your crash." The mare told him bluntly, blinking with almost mechanical precision.

Jason blinked once again, looking down at his body as he noticed his leg stinging rather painfully. "I uh... I noticed..." He muttered, looking at the woman, he could see she was rather young looking, maybe a few years younger then he was. The scavenger wasn't very old, only twenty seven years, so he figured the girl he was looking at to be around twenty four, twenty five at most. She was actually quite pretty in a plain sort of way, her hair was smooth and combed, face and body clear of any mutated parts, far as he could tell without asking her to strip naked. Deciding to ask, he cleared his throat and said, "So uh... what happened?"

"My sister and I were driving on the outskirts of our farm, when we heard gunfire coming from the ravine, and cars." The girl explained slowly, using the tone that he heard meaning she was the girl who must have checked his injuries. "When we arrived, we saw you and the truck chasing you drive off the turn and land at the bottom, my sister and I dealt with the bandits, before bringing you back to our house." She finished, adding, "You should be dead, but you're not."

"D-don't sound so excited," Jason chuckled, forcing himself to sit up and lean back against the headboard. He regretted it, once he felt his stomach twist and turn. "Ahh jeez."

"I would suggest resting, you were badly hurt in the crash." The girl told him, her bored frown still on her face.

Jason sighed. "I'll rest when I'm back home, any chance of me moving?" He asked, "if I can get back to my bike I ca-"

"You bike is totaled, I might add." She told him, when he gave her a horrified look. "Yes, your bike was almost completely destroyed down in the ravine, I am afraid you will not be able to ride it unless you get it fixed." Jason was about to ask something else, but she cut him off, saying, "You also cannot walk, your leg is broken."

Jason turned towards the blanket covering him, ripping it away, he saw his entire right leg covered in a crude looking cast among other bandages covering his body. He suddenly realized the true trouble, his bike was gone, totaled, his gear gone, without defenses, he was kinda naked, he could not in fact, walk back home. He was trapped in a strange mare's home with her sister, who were both armed with shotguns if he could recall the hazy memories from when he crashed.

"Fuck."

Author's Note

Yeah, look at that... my first anthro story ain't that crazy!

So first, off... I lied horribly from my description, you can blame Flammenwerfer and his story for inspiring me to write something, as well as a certain artist on Deviantart *coughcough*

Anywho, I hope you enjoy, yet another story that I probably won't ever finish.
Oh yeah, don't expect this to be too crazy, just some sad pathetic idea in my head, hohoho

Inspired by Flammenwerfer's Story
The S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Game Series
And The Metro 2033 books and games.

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