Fallout Equestria: Otherlands

Fallout Equestria: Otherlands

Chapter 3

Wasteland

My eyes flicker open a few times before completely opening. I sit up and yawn. I was hoping for a split second I would be in my house and all of what happened was just a dream, but now still same place as before. Fucking reality, I can't tell anything now. Well knowing that whatever time it is, I'm not going back to sleep. I've overstayed my welcome in this cave so I think there has to be a way out through here, somewhere. I stretch a few times before standing up. Okay need to think of something. I look down at the Pip-boy, and its still on the note section. I flip to the status section and I see a time desplayed in the upper right hand corner.'8:15 am', well at least I now know the time. I look over to the rack I set up to dry outh the hog's hide. Seems like the fire dried it out while I was asleep.

Speaking of the fire, it died out sometime while I was asleep. I don't have any spare wood so I can't reginite it. I sigh and decide to work in the dark. Seems like my eyes have adjusted to the point of temporay low level vision, I guess I can't argue with that. Okay now I need to make a bag, how hard can that be? I go over and grab each strip I cut out for pockets and lay them out on the ground. I grab the main set of hide used for the sack and I also grab the strips being used for the quiver. I take out from the small sack I already made, a bone needle and some thread, the tread being small strips of clothing I still had. I lay out the sack hide and start looking at where I could put the pockets at. Hmm, I have five larger strips as well as five smaller ones.

I've got it.

I'll put three larger strips on the inside, all wrapping around the inside as a folder style. The five smaller strips will be used for five smaller pockets on the outside. I'll use the last two strips as two strpas, one going across my chest and one going under my right arm to the middle, yeah that could work. I could sew a kind of fabric lock system out of the old sack. As for the quiver? I'll just make a larger quiver than the one I have, but I'll still use the old one as a base for the new one, build from it to be more prescice. Okay I hope this works out...

Time flies pretty fast when your occupied. I manged to craft with my own two hands a bag and quiver. You know that feeling of pride when you do something your good at or something you've never done before? Well I'm feeling pride from this, that old moutainman pride. The bag came out better than I though, to be honest I figured it was going to fall apart as soon as I tried to use it. I tested it out by packing everything I had and ran aound with it on. The straps held together well. Everything bounced a bit inside but thats to be expected. I may have looked stupid running around but it works, so sue me. The lock system I made is basiclly just a knot tieing system, simple but pratical.

I even jumped off a few of the bed frames and rolled on the groud to see it it would hold up. It moved up slightly but it held. I did the same with the quiver and it held too. I feel better both physically and mentally, and with a small boost of confidence I'm ready to leave. I snuff out any still burning embers, hey fire safety 101. Okay so where would an exit be? I guess just try the command area first. I follow the tunnel back to the fork and take the left again. I hum to myself along the way. I walk back into the command area, now without table or chair, and begin looking every inch of the place. Every carved out stone wall, behind the desk, everywhere. Shit, nothing. Okay the only other place is the body room, great just great. I sigh and march back to the living area and then go to the door to the body room. You get like two feet from the door you can already smell the death inside, ugh. Okay hold my nose hold my breath. I open the door and the room is almost illimnated by some sort of small light. Its not my pip-boy but some souce of natuarl light, that's a good sign.

I walk around the lone natrual piller that stood in the middle of the room, also I had to dodge the dacying bodies. Fuck the smell in here almost makes me want to vomit. But cleaning out the hog wasn't the best smelling area either. I still faintly smell like it, so walking through its lair shouldn't be that bad, I'm not particularly cresent fresh myself.

I see the faint, very faint, light coming from a boarded up wall, or door in this contect. Yes a way out of this hell hole! I praticly run up to it. Its boared up from the outside, like someone didn't want anyone getting in here, and they'd be right. I push on one of the borads and kick something in the prossces. I look down to see another burnt horse with something metal near its face. I reach down and pick it up. It looks like some kind of...gun. No regular trigger but some sort of grip off to the left side. Whatever it is, looks important so I'll take it. I pocket the gun like object and push on the boards again. One starts to become lose, good sign. I then slam my left shoulder into the boards hard, it hurt but I saw a board collapse. I do it again, two more fell, exelent. I rear back and slam my shoulder into the boards and I bust through them and fall right on my chest hard. That hurt. So I guess hit something three times in a game cliche actually works in this.

Okay out of one dark hell into a less dark, more grey, but fuck me sideways with a road sign, goddamn burned hell. I pick myself up and what I'm staring at comfirms my suspishon. Goddamn burn nuclear holocost wasteland. It is nothing more than burned land, very few patches of vegatation, and scorched trees, fucking perfect. I look up to see no sun but a thick ass wall of just solid cloud, holy hell.

Ever have that moment of clarity? Where your just like' Holy Fuck, this is my life.' Well I'm having that right now. My breathing is rapid and my eyes are just all over the place. I've done something to piss God off greatly. Despite my mental state corrding away I walk down the rocks, careful not to fall, until I find proper footing on the ground." Welp out of the oven and into straight hellfire." I mutter to myself. Oh boy what horrors wait my ass out here?

I step down to the groud and my pip-boy makes a noise. I look down at it and it has labled the cave I came out of as 'The Remmants Hideout'. Okay so that must have been some post war group of enemy soliders trying to hide out after the war, only to meet a grizzly end via gigant warthog, seems legit. Speaking of said hog, the meat I still have I need to eat within the next day or so before it spoils, old pork equals bad pork.

Boring grey burned land. Nothing but a few scorched trees, dirt, and rocks. I did grab a few pieces of wood from the trees, hey its still wood after all, just a bit black around the edges. I can make out the faintness of a building up ahead, still far away but closes enough to see it in the distance. I start to hum to myself again, just something I do to keep myself calm. The orst thing you'd ever want to do is freak out constantly and have no plan of action. If you just allow yourself to remain calm in most situations, you'll be amazed on what you can accoplish.

Okay the building looks to be an old run down farm, maybe someone is inside? I get closer and my pip-boy makes the same noise as before.' Sweet Apple Acres', so this is or was an apple farm? Not the worst thing to grow but still really? I get to the actual farm house and the door is already busted in, so much for a plesant knocking then. I draw my machete and walk in slowly, eyeing every coner for movement. Seems like its barren and deserted. The whole place is in a complete state of decay and disrepair. Nothing of worth, even for me, is in here, well minus the few boxes of soaps strewn all over the place. I could find use for those eventualy. Do I dare go up the stairs? I mean my fat ass would probaly break through them easily. I sigh, my urge to explore taking over, and carefuly make my way up the stairs. I go into one room to find another computer, only the sickly green glow is iluminating the room slightly.

I go over to it and its already logged on. I see a few messages on it, most displaying corrupted next to them, save for two. I select the bottom message only to see its some kind of downloadable file, nah I'm not gonna risk fucking up the pip-boy for a stupid message. I select the other message.

' To any pony who has left Stable Two in search of me:

Please, go home. I am doing what I have to do. The Overmare understands, even if she can never agree, and I hope one day you will to. I will not be back. Do not look for me. Do not endanger yourself further for my sake. Please forgive me.

Velvet Remedy'

Okay an odd note definantly. I look down at my pip-boy and I see some kind of small port on the back. Maybe that plugs into the computer? The games were never very spesific about how it downloading notes. Hmm I've got time considering that I've got nothing better to do. I poke at the port on the pip-boy and then a cable pops out like a spring....CONVENIANCE! I pull the cord out more and I find a pluggin port on the computer. I manage to dowload the note, which is now labled 'Velvet's Message'. Okay learing things everyday, perfect. I leave the computer and cheak the other rooms, nothing of interest so I leave the house entierly. I walk around the house and go inspect the barn. Its in shambles like th house, full of rusted farm equipment, but nothing I could properly use. I sigh and walk back out in the open. Nothing of....hey are those apples on that tree over there? Once again, strange luck.

I walk over to the decaying tree which still is producing its fruit, strange but fuck all reality. I look at one of the fallen apples on th ground. Its got a greenish hue to it and its delpitated. I look back up and go for the closest apple, better eat what I can find so to save previsions later I guess.

" I wouldn't eat that if I were you." A metallic voice sounds off behind me. I whip around with machete in hand to see a floating ball of metal. Its got a grill like face plate, four wings that are moving rapidly, two antenas, and a small gun like thing on the bottom of it." The fuck are you?" I ask the metal ball, not expecting an answer.

" I could ask you the same thing." The voice responds, it...responeds, great, just fucking great." I saw you walking toawrds Sweet Apple Acres not far from here, and when I saw you going for one of thoes apples, I felt like I needed to intervein." Yeah I'm crazy, just crazy.

" Uhhuh yeah thanks for...stopping me from eating an apple, very heroic of you, you desirve a gold star." Ah sarcasm is something I tend to fall back on.

" Hey! I could have just let you eat that and die then if thats how your gonna act. Ugh never mind that, just what are you exactly? Through out my exploration of the Equestrian Wasteland I've never encountered something as yourself." Hmm he, or it seems rather curious now.

" I'm a human. Wait, you've never seen and human before?"

" A human? I'll have to make note of that for later use. Do you have a name, human?" Okay offically gone insane now, yay for mental health decline." Uhh my name is Booker, Booker Evans. What about you?" I hear a metallic chuckle from the bot.

" You can call me Watcher. Your name is odd and funny, but not as strange as some that I have heard. Where did you come from exactly?" I point out twoards the rocky hills." From in a cave system not far from here. I was exploring a cave with some of my friends," If I'd even call them that." The was a cave in, and I was the only one to survive. I ran into some sort of warthog, managed to kill it, and fashened myself a ruksack from its hide. No I'm here talking to you, whatever the hell you are." The bot seems to inspect me from behind as well as front.

" I'm impressed to see you've made all of that yourself. I also see you have a Pip-Buck on your, uh arm there. As for what I am, well actually I'm not there where your at. I hacked one of these sprite-bots to investigate the wasteland. Look I've got a limitated time on these bots before I'm kicked out of their systems. I'm going to give you something to search for and some advice. You look like somepony who likes reading. There's a book you'd propbaly like, called 'The Wasteland Survival Guide', it should be in the Ponyville Mart store not far from here. I'll send the information to your Pip-Buck. Now for the advice, first off don't eat the apples, their all posionous..."

" Posionous? Hmm that may just come in handy then." I cut him off and pick one of the apples anywhay." So what kind of posions are we talking about?"

" Uhh don't know for sure myself. I have seen poines attempt to cook them, only for the apples to burst into a massive could of toxic gases, killing them. Why do you ask?" I pull out of of my arrows and stab it into the apple, watching the almost gooey juices cover the bone arrowhead and a bit of the shaft, yeah this might work." Oh nothing, figure I'd up my antey a bit then. So you have other advice?" I put the arrow back in my quiver.

" Um yes, yes. Get some armor, the outfit your already wearing won't cut it againts bullets, gain better weapons, that bow looks like it would fall apart if you draw it back," I nock an arrow and draw back and fire the arrow striaght into a nearby tree." I dunno, seems pretty sturdy to me." I chuckle, I'll get that arrow in a moment.

" Riiight, anyway, have a bit of guidence, and lastly but most importantly, make some friends." Wait, make some friends?

" Make some friends? How? You said you've never seen a human before, who would be out there if no humans exist here, based from your view?"

" Look the impotance is," There is static and then the sounds of marching music plays. The bot ten buzzes silently off without a care in the world, why do I have the feelin that I'm going to run into that Watcher person more than once? I walk over and retrive my arrow from the tree, then I pick a few more apples, the more deadly the arsenal the better. Ah varitity, the spice of life. I use the same apple I used before to make two more posion arrows, I hope these aren't duds.

I look down at my pip-boy and see that something has come up in he objectives menu' Retrive The Wasteland Survival Guide from the Ponyville Mart', hmm how hard could that be?

I fucking hate the existance of my life. I need to learn shut the fuck up, even in my head, beacuse I jinx and balls everything up. Not five minutes into arriving in this shit hole of a town, and some bugger is already taking pock shots at me from a balcony in tree. I nearlly got shot in the shoulder, but their piss poor aim left a dent in the dirt rather than in me. I am now hiding behind wooden rubble, just my luck. I still don't know who, or what, is taking shots at me. The shooting seces and I hear two voices, a man and a woman.

" The fuck are you shooting at dammit? You're wasting ammo!" The man yells.

" I...I saw something headed this way. It looked tall and was wearing strange shit. I shot at it but, fuck these chem withdrawls are making me shoot all over the damn place. It dove behind some rubble over there." Boy does she sound cranked off her high horse.

" Your seeing things now. I would say go get a fixer to calm your withdrawls but somepony used them all!"

" Fuck off! Wasn't my falt. Go ask somepony else and see who used them! I've got to go bag us dinner anyway." She sounds fucked up. The guy doesn't fair much better but wow. Why are they saying somepony though? Mus be whatever their on I guess. I peek out of cover but I can't make out who is up there. Something moves up there and I dart back down. I feel like my Skyrim sneak skill has just gone up by 1." Di-did you see that?! Fucker is spying on us! I say we go and kill it!" The women cries, or screams in that matter.

" Ugh you stupid bitch! You know what, fine, fuck I'll get Slash and the three of us can go chash down your fantsy monster."

" I'll get my shotgun!" Oh fuck, yay visitors, no wait not yay, fuck. My heat is pounding against my chest now. I hear what sounds like a door opening, then what sounds like...the clopping of hooves? What? Ugh your hearing things, just be ready for whatever comes near. I draw my bow and nock an arrow. I don't draw back yet but I sit waiting, hiding behind a rubble barrier. I feel like I'm in a motherfucking Call Of Duty game, the good ones though, the Worl War 2 ones." Come out come out wherever you are." Another guy coos, okay kinda creepy. I hear the footsteps, getting closer to me, fuck.

Okay another moment of 'Holy Fuck this is my life.' Out from behind the rubble comes out this four foot, I think, horse. Its fur coat is a dark blue, sporting sevral scars and cuts. its wearing barding made out of I think leather and metal bits. Its mane is a brownish color with green streaks in it. Its the hog all over again. We each blink at each other, now this begs the question, do I shoot it or no? I notice on its right front leg it has some kind of holster with something sticking out of it. It still stares blankly at me." Uhh, hi?" I say while drawing back if it tries to charge. Its left ear twitches. Its right eye twitches, then it...it screams." AHHHHHHHHHHH!" And it gallops off, okay one way to meet a horse. I hear the voices again.

" The fuck you screaming about!? You find it or what?"

" I...I...I saw it! Behind that rubble over there! It was huge and had something in its paws!"

" You two are pussies. I'll go kill your beast for you." The sound of steps again. Another horse rounds the corner. This one is a purplish with a blue mane. It holds some short of object in its mouth, oh shit, it looks like a gun." Goth ya!" It fires and the shot hits me in the left shoulder, grazing it thankfuly.

" GAH FUCK!" I draw all the way back and fire an arrow blankly at it, I manage to hit it in the leg.

"Ahf shth!" It stumbles back and I take the opertunity to vault over the rubble, only to see the other horse I saw along with...another." Hey there it is! Kill it!" The one that screamed when it saw me pulls out another mouth held gun thing and starts shooting aimlessly at me. Really? Gun shooting, talking horses? This world is fucked up on so many levels. I dart behind more rubble. I look at my shoulder, damn it burns but luckly the bullet grazed it. I whip the blood off and I nock another arrow. Okay I've only got four arrows left gotta make them count. I peer out over the cover to see the three hourse coming towards me. The one I shot is limping, I'll put it out of its missery. I pop up and draw back and fire. The arror rips through her left coroted aritry and collapses in a pool of blood, dropping its gun object. I nock another and fire at the closest one to me. I hit its chest and it collapses in a heap, don't know if its dead yet though. The last one charges at me holding I think a knife in its mouth. I side step to avoid its poor attack and decide to fight mono e mono. I kick it back and draw my own blade. Okay it rears back on its hind legs and swings like a man at me, fuck.

I step back and as it swings again I block with my left arm and headbutt it in the face. While he's stunned I close the gap between us and stab it in the stomach. It lets out a gasp and I let it go. It stumbles back holding its stomach with its hooves amd then falls on its back. Blood has already started to pool around. It gazes up at me." Wha- the fuck...are you?" I respond with the first thing that comes to my mind.

" Your worst nightmare." Its head falls back, its dead. I let out the longest sigh. What the hell is goin on with my life. I guess anythng can happen now can't it? Well obvisouly talking tecnicolored horses which can shoot guns from their mouths, I'm pretty sure I'm in hell now. Hmm figured there'd be more hellfire. I look down at the horse, I'm not taking whatever armor they have, despite what that robot said. It wouldn't fit either way, too small for me. I go ahead and quickly retrive th arrows, only for one to snap while I do, oh well. Okay so I got into a fight with a horse, heh just call me Booker Evans Horse Puncher haha. I should document this for later retelling, though no one will belive me if I do. I drag the three bodies out into an open area and I pull out my notebook. I start marking down different details that may come in handy. I make note on how the two with larger more profound heads are male while the one with the smaller head, also she is the one who shot me, her head is smaller than the two guys. I make rough sketches of their heads, bodies, and their legs, noting on how strangly they move like human arms despite actual horse legs only bending downward not upwards. I guess growing up in Colorado actully paid off in the sense that most of my neighboors where farmers and they had at least one or two horses. But whats the deal with the tattoos on their asses? Strange indeed. I put my notebook away and I look around. Okay so I'm injured but still kicking. I'll need to find some bandages or something to covr up my shoulder. Also Watcher may have been right about my bow being shit.

Some of the wrappings I used are starting to fray and two of the four major wood pieces I used to make it are starting to crack and splinter. I do have the some of the parts to fix it but I need like a workbench or something to help. Well maybe if I'm lucky this store I'm heading to will have something to help. So where do I head to? I pick a completely random direction and start walking further into town. So this place is right shithole I'll you that. Oh hello creepy billboard. Its a pink horse with a candy cane mane, smiling eerily at you with a caption saying' Pinkie Pie is watching you Forever'. Creepy as hell.

Destroyed building, destroyed building, oh look another destroyed building, what does it mean? Soda machine? Hey thats new! I walk over to the machine and it...looks like its seen some shit but looks like I can get into it. I look around on it side to see the locked area, where the vendor would open it to restock. Its rusted to the point that just the right ammount of pressure would break the lock. I pull out my machete and press the tip into the small area etween the lock and the machine. I pull down hard and SNAP, the lock breaks. I'm either extremly lucky or just...good. I pull open the machine and see two intact bottles.'Sparkle-Cola' with a purple lable and red bottlecap lid. Hmm a lunch break should be in order. I sit on the ground next to the veding machine, and pull out the cooked meat from last night. I take my machete and open the meat, cut off some small chucnks and eat them. I pop open the soda and take a swig. I spit it out." The fuck is this? This isn't soda, taste like carrot V8! Ugh.." I take another sip. Once again radiation is being absorbed, great.

I let out a belch, fuck table manners. You know what, I think I can get used to the taste.

Level Up!

Footnote: Medicine(25)

New Perk: Mongal Teachings- Your ancestors would be proud. Headshots with bows do 15% more damage. Allows running with an arrow nocked.