Fallout Equestria: What We've Lost

Two hundred years. That’s how long I’ve wandered the Wasteland. I saw the radioactive snow and the sweltering heat. I saw the Pink Cloud in Canterlot. I’ve seen it all, even the bodies of my own family. This talisman has kept me alive, but if my body is completely destroyed or the talisman is cut out, I will die.

The wind howls through the rotting frame of the building, the building itself creaking and groaning with every gust. As I sit here I think about everything that’s happened. I’ve thought many thousands of times about cutting this fucking talisman out, but every time I can’t bring myself to do it. It’s almost as though something wants me to keep moving forward and I just listen to it. Perhaps one day I’ll die and be reunited with them but as of right now, that’s not going to happen.

I continue sitting there for what seems like an eternity before the wind brings the snaps of distant gunfire and the yelling of raiders draws my attention. I immediately grab my rifle and slide off the building, falling about a hundred feet before I snap out my wings and flying off in the direction of the gunfire. As soon as the scene comes into view I set down atop a small two story building. What lays in front of me is a typical raider ambush. Three caravan wagons, what once was fifteen caravan ponies has been reduced to six survivors against ten raiders. Raiders are the scum of the wasteland. I kill them every chance I get. In only a few seconds I've already set up and scoped in, slowly squeezing the trigger. The rifle fires and the bullet travels through the head of the first raider, dropping him instantly. The rest of them begun to panic as the next two go down. One of the raiders, a mare, opens fire on the building. Two shots drop her like a rock. Some remain completely oblivious while others will try to figure out where the other shots are coming from, either way they get picked off. The intervention takes about ten minutes to clear up before I take off and go wherever the wind takes me, leaving the survivors to regroup and wonder who helped them.