Getting the dust off your coat...
There I was, at the edge of the cliff that beared God-knows-what in the bottom. Fiery screeches and screams that reminded me of how fucked I was, even if I didn't fall inside and this
particular unicorn wanted to give me some mercy and just stab me with my knife. I still remember our first fight, a month ago. If someone told me I was going to be like this at this point, I
would've probably asked for what they were smoking. My thoughts were interrupted by her voice.
"Any last words, human?" She looked at me menacingly, pointing my own knife against my throat. "I don't have all day, Daniel." She was starting to make me pissed like I never was.
"Yeah, *cough* why don't you just lemme get up and have a fight like it's supposed to be?" I really wanted her dead, I didn't care which way it was, no matter if it was me who killed her, or
the guards. She deserved death for her acts.
"Hmmm, no." And with a magic pulse, I took off. //Welp, I'm dead, goodbye everyone.//
It was getting a little annoying, being falling and all these noise wasn't good for my mind. I could see her laughing and getting away, which pissed me off even more. Back with the falling
part, I wondered if it was going to hurt. Maybe. I've fallen a couple of times, but nothing more than five meters, and there were lots of dust below, not monsters. Anyway, I was getting to the
bottom, and I could only think of something.
//I should have stayed in that damn warehouse.//
-----Some years earlier-----
It was a long time ago. I was a normal person, 17 years alive, a day to get 18 and be an adult. Of course, nature didn't have my birthday in it's plans. You know, nature decided to create a
parasite that either killed or mutated people, and make me the ONLY person immune. I lost everyone I ever knew that day. My 18th birthday. What was supposed to be the happiest day of my life turned
out to be the shittiest day to ever exist in my lifetime. I spent days, or weeks, I don't really remember, walking around, crying around the ruins that several battles had left. While I was
recovering from the experience, I realized how stupid people was. Turned on eachother because they didn't know a cure. That's the human race for you.
Anyway, a couple of years after, when I was 27, I stumbled upon a mutant. No, he wasn't THAT kind of mutant, he was more human that mutant, but mutant nonetheless.
"So you're the famous last human, huh?" His face looked like it was going to fall off in any second. "I've got an offer for you!" I looked at him, gun at the ready, just in case. "Really? And
what would that be?" He noticed my hand and got a bit nervous. "Hey now, don't you get berserk, eh? I've heard how fierce you are on the battlefield, and I don't want to see it." He put his hands
in his coat, making me put the safety off. "Here." He offered me a piece of paper, all covered in dirt and, probably, shit. "Like I said before, I don't want you to kill me, but I sure need your
help kiling some ugly fuckers."
"Have you ever used a mirror?" I started laughing after that. I gotta admit, it was the first time I've been such a jerk. Guess that radiation affects your brain after all. "Ha ha, very
funny. If you get these mutants out of my old warehouse, I'll give you a ton." I gasped. "No way. You're joking."
In case you didn't know, the Mutant Wasteland's currency system consists of gold and other valuable metals and gems, but most importantly, ammo. A ton is what scavengers refer to as a ton of
bullets, and that means a lot of money and bullets to kill foes. The bigger the bullets, the better. "What's your name, Rotten, Corpse?"
"My name's Sid. I never got your name clear, what was it? David?" I snickered at the mutant's comment. My sister would call me David because it pissed me off.
"Mine is Daniel." It had been the first time in five years I had actually met someone. I don't want to remember the other time, too sad memories. "If you look in the paper you will see the
address." He pointed the piece of paper. "I hope you've got the ton when I'm back."
And so, I was off to kill some meanies in a warehouse I didn't even know where was located. I got there eventually. Things went easier than I thought and I decided to leave. Bad thing, since
it started to rain VERY hard. I ran inside the warehouse to have some shelter untill the rain stopped, but something made me change my mind.
"Help!" A voice, rather familiar, but I couldn't sort out who it was. It was a female, that's for sure. I went outside. No one. "What the fuck? Am I insane already?" I said that out loud
awaiting an answer. "Heelp!!" This scream was followed by a fiery roar, but this time, I saw the source. A glowing crack in the middle of the air. "Shiiit. I'm insane. Period." I tired to look
inside the crack, but it LITERALLY sucked me. I struggled to get out, but it was worthless. I felt like falling, and then I hit something soft. Well, not very soft, but still, it did save me from
falling to death. I blacked out.
After what seemed five minutes of weird dreams, I woke up. Sorta. I didn't open my eyes, didn't want to. I could hear voices. I also heard the one from before. //This thing I'm resting on is
comfy.// I was distracted until something caught my ear.
"I'm telling you! It just fell from the sky! Right onto the manticore!" //Manticore?//
"That's not possible, it can't fly, at least it looks like it can't fly. You sure it fell from the sky and not a tree? It looks like an ape." //Why are they calling me "It"?//
"Ah'm sure she's not lying' sugarcube, but it doesn't look like it would fall from the sky, ah gotta say." //These voices... I know these voices...But...Who? I've gotta know, now.// I moved my
body, a bit hard to do so as it hurt like a dozen of boltcats stricking me with their shocks. I got caught while I was turning around.
"Umm, girls, it's moving." Suddenly, everyone shuted up, I heard some gasps too, and something four-legged, I thought, was moving towards me, maybe a dog, or their mutant counterparts. Anyway,
I decided to open my eyes and see for myself what approached me and who was talking, and I just saw white. I was so tired I didn't notice I had a blanket on my face. Yes, that tired. //I feel like
it's pretty cold outside.//
"Is it awake? It looks like it's awake." I really wanted to know who it was. "Oh no no no, don't move, you got badly hurt this morning. You have to rest." This voice in particular was the
hardest to hear. I tried to get the blanket off, but whoever it was, she put it back on my eyes. "Please, don't get the blanket off, you could get a cold!" //A cold? Not the worse I've had.//
"Dear, I really think you should let it get that blanket a bit down, I bet it can't breathe under it!" //Well, at least she thinks a bit.// "I didn't think about that! Here, let me get this
blanket off your face." //Finally, I wonder who th-//
"Is everything ok Fluttershy? It looks scared." My mind couldn't bear the circumstances. I mean, not every time you travel between dimensions and encounter cartoon animals that you once liked
and then forgot about, right? It was like seeing my past's ghosts, and I didn't really like ghosts. Specially after one certain day in Russia. No, we'll get to it later, listen to the rest of the
story will ya?
"Umm, d-did I scare you? I'm very sorry, I-I didn't mean to scare you! I just wanted to get this blanket off from y-" The purple pony, who's name was blurry that moment, got Fluttershy off me.
"You're just gonna scare it even more. We should get Goodall the vet to see if she know wha-"
"Am I dead?" My question made all of the ponies jerk back. Geez, like it's the first time they saw animals talking. Was it? I don't really remember. "Y-You talk!" The purple unicorn said. In
my face. She started taking notes. "And no, you're not dead. Interesting...I've never seen a creature like you..." //Great, creature. That's the nickname I hate the most, right behind David.// I
gave her an annoyed look. "Oh, umm, my name is Twilight Sparkle. Do you, uhhh, have a name?" She smiled in a way that melted my heart. The sheepiest smile I had seen in decades. Literally.
"Yes, my name is Daniel." I noticed Twilight's horn glowing. I stared directly at her horn. It seems like it's not a polite thing to do. They consider it like staring at someone's crotch.
"Could you please stop staring at my horn? It's, umm, making me uncomfortable." I jerked up a little bit, it caught me off guard. "Uh, yes, sorry." //I'm still a little scared of this situation. I
feel weird. Wait...I don't feel any weight in my waist and my back, even tough I'm sitting on a bed...// I realised something VERY bad.
"Twilight?" I asked her without hesitation. "Yes?" I looked around the room. Lots and lots of furniture and all, but no sign of my guns. Or my knife. "Have you put my things somewhere else?"
She looked at me a little worried. "Yes! In fact, I have the smallest here!" She pulled out my revolver. //SHITSHITSHITSHIT// "What does it do?" She mounted the hammer. It was pointed at my face.
//SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT// "Maybe if I pull this lever..." *CLICK* I moved my head to the left in the last second. *BLAM* I was scared shitless, I tell you what. I didn't wake up to be killed by a
pony, not that day. I was pissed like a motherfucker.
"YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME! OR YOU! OR ANYONE ELSE! HOW DUMB ARE YOU TO USE SOMETHING YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT FUNCTION HAS?!" She was still recovering from the noise of the gun. Of course, noone
expected that metal thingy called Magnum .44 to make a noise loud enough to scare all the birds in the entire region. "What the HAY WAS THAT?!" She threw the gun on the bed. "What's that?"
I picked the gun and pulled the bullets out, including the used case. Good thing I had gloves, it was hot as fuck. "It's a gun." She looked at me even more curious than before. "What's a gun?"
"Really? I mean, you almost kill me, scared your friends to death, specially the yellow one, and you ask me what this is?" She looked at me a little pissed off. "How could I have killed you? It
only made a loud bang!" "Oh, and this hole in the wall was here before I came, right?" Twilight noticed the smoking hole in the wall. "I... What's it's real function?" //I think you would've
guessed it by now, but, whatever.// "Let's just say I use it to defend myself. Have you put the others elsewhere?" She pulled out my backpack. "They're here... Wait, protecting you from what?" I
looked at her with surprise. Did I really want to tell her? //I don't think it's time, should I?//
A.N.:
Ok, here's the first part. Critiques are welcome, if you find anything that should be improved, tell me. As a bonus, At the end of every chapter, I will give you the choice of choosing what will
Daniel do!
A) Tell her about the mutants and the Dust World
B) Don't tell her anything about what I have to defend myself from
