Fallout: Equestria - .50 Caliber

“Hello?”
Buckler calls out in the dark and bloodied hall of the stable.

“Why Buckler?”
a familiar voice spoke in the dark.
The figure was then illuminated showing the dead looking Overmare and her bloody abdomen with her head lowered.

“Why did you let me die?”
She spoke again raising her head to reveal eyes of black and white pupils with dark crimson running down from them.

Rosebud Citrus started to slowly walk towards Buckler mumbling something, gradually getting louder
“its all your faultits all your faultits all your faultits all your fault”

Buckler woke up with sweat dripping down his cheek and chin.

He took a good look around as an Unknown pony wearing a face mask came into view.

“Oh Good, you're awake”
The unfamiliar mare spoke to buckler who just realized he was patched up.

“Where am I?”
Asked Buckler to the pony wearing the mask.

“You're in crater-town medical building” the mare answered crushing up some charred wood and mixing it with juices of a plant to make some makeshift ink.

“Hold up.. Crater-town?”
Buckler asked raising an Eyebrow (if ponies have eyebrows that is)

“Yes Crater town, you don’t know what crater-town is?”
She asked Buckler to which he Shook his head

“To simplify, crater-town is a city built inside of a megaspell crater, rumor has it that this crater we are in was a misfired megaspell.. well what I know is somepony lost thier job” she said to him laughing with a snort on the end

“i’m outside the stable?”
Buckler’s eyes widened in disbelief

“Yes Now tell me your name”
She said pulling out a very old and dirtied piece of parchment and a quill

“Blue Buckler”
He answered feeling like he’s forgeting something but can’t seem to put a hoof on it

“Okay patient one-eleven, you rest up while I check on your buddy okay?” She hung the paper on the foot of buckler’s bed and taking her leave after.

“Wait!”
Buckler calls out to the pony, now remembering what he is forgetting.
The mare turns around and looks at buckler’s Brown eyes, worry filling them

“What’s her name?”
He asked. The mare puts a hoof on her chin and took a recent name from her memory.

“I think her name was Rosebutt Circus” she scratched her dusty forehead

“Do you mean Rosebud Citrus?”
He asked Overjoyed

“Yeah! Thats the name!”
She shouted smiling and pointing at buckler.

“I’m glad she’s safe”
He sighed in content taking a small nap afterwards.

* * *

Buckler was on his improvised hospital bed looking at his destroyed pip-buck’s screen wondering how the sniper got his hoof dead-center, when a sound catches his attention.

“Buckler?” A familiar voice comes from the door. Buckler had no time to look when a pink and orange blur tackles buckler and wraps its hooves around him, accidentally applying pressure on his abdominal bullet wound (which somehow, someway changed it's location on his abdomen). His eyes widened from the pain and rapidly exclaimed as an instinct
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

“Careful now, we don’t want any reopening bullet wounds now, do we?”
The same masked pony as before warned the blur. The “blur” complies and gets off buckler revealing the devastated face of the former overmare of stable X50, waving flag, or Rosebud Citrus rather.

“I’m so happy you're awake! I've been waiting for six months just to see you, welcome to crater-town by the way”
Rosebud wipes a stray tear away and looks at the frozen face of buckler, to which she asked what was the problem.

“Six months... I've been out for six months?”
Buckler asks in fright and holds his forehead.

“How did we get here?”
He raised his head and looked at the pony wearing the face mask

“One of our scavenging squads called ‘wasteland blades’ found you in the stable with the front door wide open, good thing they were nice enough to rescue you and carry you guys here”
The masked mare explained, sitting on the floor and staring at the degraded ceiling.

“You should go thank them after you make a full recovery”
She continued.

“Yeah... maybe I will”
He says after caressing rosebud’s cheek under her dirty orangey-pink mane.

* * *

A week has passed since the awakening of blue buckler who was now roaming around in the metallic concrete city surrounded by a three meter thick and five meter high wall of sacks filled with dirt and rubble. not the optimal protection against high energy explosives but protects well against most high caliber rounds like anti-machine rifles.

He was told that the scavenging groups are stationed at the improvised barracks made of whats left of a big diner's walls, windows and door. He goes there and got stopped by an armored pony with weird looking guns strapped to his fore hooves.

“How can I help you?”
His raspy voice asked buckler with a smile which was missing a front tooth.

Buckler answers with nervousness mostly because of the guarding stallion being taller than him by five inches.
“I-I’m looking for a scavenging squad called ‘wasteland blades’, they said I could find them here”

The guarding stallion’s face made a look saying ‘why those guys?’ And answered
“Oh those suicidal nut-jobs? yeah they’re here, just go down that hallway and follow the arrow marked with two swords in an ‘X’ position. But tell me, why are you looking for them?”

“I wanted to thank them for rescuing Rosebud and I”
He answered to which the big guy made a bigger smile like they’ve met before but in reality, they’ve. never

“So you're the stable dweller they rescued? I didn't even notice that you were one. Probably because you don’t have the stable barding. You look much taller than their description of you, damn, six months really did a difference”
The guard shrugged at first then put his hoof above buckler comparing the height difference from the description to the real thing.

“Okay. I guess i’ll be on my way now”
Buckler crouched down and trotted past the guard towards his destination to meet Rosebud’s and his saviors.

“Sure, good luck”
The tall guard waved vigorously accidentally hitting the side of his muzzle with the wierd gun to which he held his muzzle and shouted a ton of profanity in his hooves.

* * *

After a minute trot down the wooden hallways, he finally found a wooden sign bearing the image of two swords forming an ‘X’ hanging by chains nailed to the ceiling (kind of), he followed the sign until he stopped at an Wooden edged sheet-Metal door with the same ‘X-swords’ image.

He knocked and the door opened with a loud squeak revealing A stallion that has a shoulder-length brown mane, a thin beard along his jawline, and gray eyes. He is a very tall and slim stallion who appears to be well-built. He has the appearance of a middle-aged buck with wrinkles around his eyes, which are small and piercing. He wears a simple white shirt , along with a fedora hat, he also has the same weird guns strapped to his hooves.

“It’s you”
He spoke, eyes bearing the slightest ounce of surprise.

“..the stable dweller of X50”
He continued taking off his fedora.