Author's Note

Warning: this story has many Dark things that can be disturbing to some people. For example, Suicide, mental and Psychological trauma of characters, and child abuse. Even if it doesn't appear in this chapter. Doesn't mean it won't be in the next. Don't blame me for not warning you

The town

At the very least, neither of us talked the whole day. Although if we did, I'd end up only listening. We arrive at Veiwfair town, although even if it looks abandoned, I could hear ponies moving around. Thing is, the sounds are coming from below the town. Sneaking inside with Dew is probably not a good idea, to many situations where she could get hurt.

"Something doesn't seem right, hide somewhere in town for now. I'll call out when it's clear."

"No, I'm not gonna..." I stare at her, her words caught in her throat from the serious glare. She simply nods and goes to hide in the nearest building. I then move to the tavern, if there's a way under town then the wine cellar is the best bet. Also I might be able to get free booze on the go, can't say no to that right?

Once inside the tavern, I scratch a few bottles of Hard Apple Cider and whatever bottle caps I could find. I left the rest of the booze to get later. Slowly opening the cellar door, I listen for anypony. Thankfully there wasn't any at the moment, so I don't pull out any gun yet. Keeping my ears pealed, I go down to the wine cellar. Beside no wine, sadly, was a door, looks Oak... maybe maple wood. Oh it doesn't matter, I open it to find what looks like an underground hidden prison. The cell bars are rusty and bent to the point where they can't be used. Some cells had skeletons of ponies who probable never escaped that war of ponies and Zebras so many years ago before this whole world became a radioactive hotspot.

Finally I get to a spot with ponies. Peering around the corner I see two raiders, the emblem was hard to make out in this fucken dim light, but looked like they were more Dog Claw Raiders. If there was more, they are planning something. I could hear more elsewhere, but using flame rounds in this place could have a really bad idea. So shotgun was best bet.

"I can't believe we are stuck here, the fucken mutts are hungry as well."

"Feed them one of the Colts, say we can't sell him since he died before we got back. The boss only cares about the fillies anyways." One of the raiders got up and went to a cell with ten little ponies, but I can't make out the genders of them. The one the raider grabbed was probably a colt, which was then tossed into a corner where three large dogs chained to stay. They bit into the colt and ripped him apart. Growling and snarling they ate their meal as the raiders laughed. I must be fucken up for not vomiting at the sick twisted display. If anything, I was fucken pissed off and I wanted answers. I quietly go up behind the stallions who were watching the dogs eat the dead colt and put the burst shot shotgun pointing at the head of one.

"Hey assholes!" As they turn around, I fire. The head was hit point blank with the burst shot, obliterating his head face first. The body fell with a thud and I smack the other one with my back leg hard. I needed one for questioning.

"Children, tie him up while I say hello to his friends." I free the fillies and colts who started to bound the unconscious raider. I find a few frag grenades on the dead Raider and smile. It was gonna get fun fast, cause it's fucken fun blowing shit up. I pull the pin with my teeth and send one of them down the hallway where raiders start appearing. They soon get hit by the grenade, exploding all over the walls like splash art graffiti. It was absolutely fucken awesome, but I wasted no time. There were five others here from the sound of ponies running and for sure I'm not gonna let them live.

A bullet grazed my cheek as a raider is shooting blindly around a corner. I used the other frag grenade and sent it as close to the raider as possible. The raider fell on it or rather it looked like he was pushed to take the impact for the others. That only left four targets left. The one doing the kissing and the other three were seemed to come down a long hallway to meet up with him. I jumped around the corner to receive a bullet in my right foreleg. I shot the shotgun, thankfully I was close enough for some damage to delay him long enough beat his face in with the shotgun. Without time to reload the next two shots, I pull out the sniper rifle I have and looked down the long ass hallway. The moment one came into view, I fired a bullet into his head. The next two wasted no time and ran straight at me. I took another shot and the bullet went into the eye of another. I couldn't kill the last one without taking a few bullet wounds. I limp back to the unconscious raider and bound him better, this time to a chair. I bound him so tight that he could even lose feeling in his limbs.

I then go back to Dew, She was helping the children with medical attention. Thankfully they weren't in that bad of condition. I mean, they don't have any bullet wounds due to recklessness of a pissed of stallion, but to be honest, I expected at least one hitting my chest or flank. Nope just my legs, a couple in my shoulder like area and a graze or two. Dew sees me limping her was and panicking to get me fixed up. She took some alcohol to clean the wounds, which stun like a son of a bitch, and bandaged the wounds. She had no experience in removing bullets, so she puffs her cheeks out in a angry pout.

"Don't do anything reckless again!" I was fighting the urge to laugh at her. Although it made me feel better. At night I remove the bullets from my shoulder, it was painful, but it would be bad to keep them there till we reach the next town. If we even get there that is. There was no more raiders here, except the bound one of course. So that means the Dog Claw raider boss is elsewhere. I'd understand if a small group went off territory, but in total there was twelve member if I include the four back at the shed. That means they aren't here just killing for fun, although I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, but they are actually planning something. I'm gonna fine out what by asking my little tied up buddy for answers. Worse case scenario, he was only a grunt who doesn't know anything. I make my way down there to find him awake and trying to get free.

"Tell me what your group is planning and I will let you go."

"Fuck off, if the boss here, he would kill you and fuck everyone close to you. He likes the little fillies best, they squirm when raped and can sometimes get pregnant." He starts to laugh and I laugh with with him, "it's even better when they are far enough along the pregnancy that they accept the foal and role as it's mother do we break their spirits. Fucking their little cunts and killing the foal with the large ass cock."

"Is that right?" I instantly stop laughing a hit him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Then moved the chair back towards the dogs. Tiping it back far enough for his ear to get not off, "I'm giving you a chance to go free, don't fuck it up. Tell me what he's planning."

"He wants to take every place in this territory. By taking down the nightshade raiders, he'll get a good reputation in the raider wars. A fun little competition where you can kill, fuck, and blow shit up. A town a day away will be next, Heatworm is the place. Boss took a detour, but what can one pony do to a raider army? Nothing that's what!" He laughs again like he's already won, knock the chair back towards the dogs and this time he became their meal. Biting his face and ripping open his stomach. Blood covered the ground along with the raiders organs and I just wanted, I must be crazy to go up against a whole raider group. Then again, I fed a pony to dogs so I'm already fucked up. I go back to bed, Dew and the children are still asleep. The night was quiet, it was calm and I smiled. I looked forward to killing every last Dog Claw Raider.