Fallout Equestria: What We've Lost (Original Version)

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’m swayed not to. It’s almost as though something wants me to keep moving forward, which I listen to. Perhaps one day I’ll die and be reunited with her but as of right now, that’s not going to happen. My thoughts are cut short by errant gunfire and yelling.

What the wind carried was “I’m gonna fuck you up, bitch!”

That snapped me into action. I grab my rifle, the same one that served me the day I “Died” and leap off the building, snapping my wings out and flying to the noise.

I land atop another building that crumbles slightly under my step. I pull out the rifle and slide the bolt on the rifle back, chambering a round. I spot several raiders cornering a mare and her caravan. What once was the rest of her crew lay dead in the street. My first move is to set up the rifle, tuning out the yelling and setting the scope on one of them, slowly squeezing the trigger. The rifle fires and the bullet punches through the raider’s head, spraying out a copious amount of brain and blood. The body crumples to the ground causing the other raiders to look around for the shot. Next round. I chamber the second round, squeezing the trigger again, dropping another one. I chamber the third one, the spent casing bouncing across the roof with several pings. Lining up the shot is easy, the third one drops and skids across the ground. I eject the spent casing and set the safety, slinging it between my wings. Pulling out the pistols I keep on holsters in my duster, I leap off the building and snap my wings back out. I dive and tackling one of the raiders as I hit the ground, putting two 10mm rounds through her head. I swing myself around as the remaining three raiders start firing, several rounds impact the armor plate and a couple hit me in the arm. The three raiders realize too late I wasn’t going to drop so easily as I raise my pistols, putting several rounds into two of the others and then another final round through the head of the third, killing him immediately. Just by her voice alone she’s obviously terrified.

The mare stammers, “Y-y-you h-h-how?”

I dust myself off, holster the pistols, and examine the dents in my armor, not even looking over at the mare as I speak. “Fuckin’ raiders. I suggest you get the hell out of here while you can, The town’s gang will converge on this position soon. Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.”

The mare responds “O-okay.”

She quickly hitches the cart back up and gallops off. I open my wings and push off into the air and to wherever the wind blows for me.