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Fallout Equestria Scorched Earth

Chapter 1

Unhappy Alone

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Day 24: It's been about three weeks now since I woke up and the storm outside of my little hole in the ground here doesn't show any signs of stopping. I'm probably gonna give it another week or so but no longer I need some food and the skeleton in the corner is still…

I don't know but something feels off about it with the way it stares into my eyes it feels like something tearing at my soul and putting fire in my eyes.

Realizing that I had started staring at its eyes I quickly broke off eye contact, choosing instead to stare at the big E of the vertibird buried in this cave beneath the sand and on the sand not sure how much sense that makes but I guess it doesn't matter.

Day 25: What to write, I said to myself a few times before just deciding to write about what I was thinking mostly about how lonely it was becoming and how much i wished to have someone there for me to talk to but besides that i decided to doodle a picture of my room from the big vertibird to my plasma rifle in between with the filing cabinet and my couch.

Day 27: Again I woke up today not having anything to write about but at least today unlike yesterday I made an attempt picking up the book today but still i have absolutely nothing at all to write about.

"He he." a bony rasp of a laugh

Startled I jerked myself from writing and jumping up onto hooves not sure as to where the laugh came from and looking around. My first thought was that it came from outside. If I had waited and thought about it I would have come to the conclusion that that's impossible at least with the storm outside but I didn't instead I ran up to the wooden door to the outside slamming it open only to be slapped in the face with the swirling sand outside. Falling back into the hole rolling and landing on my back I slammed the door back with my telekinesis to partially suppress the deafening sound of the storm from outside then as I regained my composure and with it the laughing grew louder and louder as I turned round and round until I laid my eyes upon the empty sockets of the skeleton.

"You." I said it with anger and spite having been laughed at getting myself up and grabbing the skeleton in my hooves not even bothering to use my telekinesis I shook it.

"Why are your laughing at me huh! why!" I was mad but that's obvious

I said these things as I threw the skeleton into the vertibird jumping on it and beating it but nothing happened nothing but the exhaustion of my patience and the exhaustion of my energy. I let it go and fell back onto my haunches exhausted I let out heavy sighs one after another.

Than believe it or not it spoke again in a bony rasp.

"So is that it beat me through me around and all for what? Exhaustion." he was speaking down to me like i was just some fool

"Oh shut up." I said spitefully with great exhaustion and hate for the skeleton because I knew it was right and not wanting to hear his words

"And why should I do that?" he said it all inquisitory like that's a word right inquisatory

I didn't have a response to give I made my way over to a filing cabinet next to my old couch and pulled out a bottle of whisky and started drinking it down, I never had been an avid drinker but after talking to a pile of bones I needed this.

"So that's it just like that your ju-." he was patronizing

I don't know what else the pile of bones said I was too far gone into my whisky by that point, man am I a lightweight.

"Wakie wakie time to get up." I was gonna kill that sarcastic son of a bitch

I heard it the voice of that damn pile of bones rasp and all. Evidently I had made my way to the vertibird I came to this conclusion because I was laying there in the seat of the vertibird with the skeleton right next to me. Then the skeleton rasped out again.

"So how was the indulgence." in his usual sarcastic rasp

Sarcastically I responded with.
"Well Mr. Bones It was supposed to keep me sane but clearly it hasn't helped in that regard."
I ended my statement by getting up from my seat and spitting on him wasn't sure what made me settle on Mr. bones but I did.

"Oh har har har cut that out." he was both annoyed a bit but besides that nothing had changed

I'm pretty sure you get how this uh… pony talks so i ain't gonna keep repeating that he has a rasp.

"Yeah yeah just keep on talking uh" I dident actually know his name and i said as much "you know it's just occurred to me that I don't know your name."

Nothing he was silent.

"Oh who am I kidding you’re just a pile of bones and to think I thought you could talk I must really be going" then out of nowhere he cut me off. bastard

"Silver streak." he said it sharp and quick

"Huh."
Wow what a nice refined response.
Oh shut up brain.

"That's my name Silver Streak." he wasent as sarcastic anymore witch I appreciated

"Desert care."
I Said with as sarcastic yet truthful tone I could muster through my hangover as it started to form

"Sure. nice to meet you Desert." Said silver with a slight chuckle which was weird to hear from a skeleton, he was being not sarcastic

Our conversion finally ended at that and with it I made the wise choice to get myself a uh…..drink

Nothing the canteen was plum empty not a drop to be found I went to bed but I couldn't sleep I just kept thinking yeah I know thinking is dangerous but I couldn't help it

I thought continuously about the loneliness and my unhappiness I was unhappy and alone i'm hungry, thirsty and out of supplies. So I made a decision right there on that couch I'm leaving and the skeletons coming with me.

Again I woke from my slumber and I having forgot about yesterday's previous attempt grabbed my canteen and tried to drink only to yet again discover it was empty and of course silver had something to say about that.

"Forget that easily do you." he was back to sarcastic

I remained silent eyeing him, choosing to not bother responding to that that ……

"Silver streak" he said with great emphasis as to be the answer to my thoughts punctuating each word as if he had read my mind but hell he is a talking skeleton I would believe it if he could read minds.

A few more hours passed but eventually I got started on gathering some stuff up, grabbed my goggles from the dash of the vertibird as well as my helmet throwing on my duster cloak thing I honestly didn't quite know what it was but it was like a coat shit brown in color.

I checked the door looking out of the cracks in it to see the several week long sand storm had finally dissipated and man was it good timing I only had one or two cans of beans left to eat and even if they were no better than cold slop they were something eventually silver spoke up.

"How's it look." For once he sounded genuine and curious, guess he isn't a complete ass.

"It's good we can head out." I said with a decent amount of confidence to be believable.

"We well that's a surprise." he was ,ying he could read minds but it was compherting thinking i brought a smile to his bones

"Well I need someone to talk to as I wander around out there."
(not to mention I don't wanna be alone even if i am in dead company)

"Thank you." he as genuine

"Your welcome." i said putting on the rest of my gear

And at that I picked up the pile of bones throwing them on my back while walking to the door I lightly pressing my hoof down on the couch before transferring over to the table

I opened up the cabinet I have been putting all my belongings in grabbing my pistol 10 millimeter to be exact then I grabbed my rifle from the side as well as a few boxes from the top drawer of the cabinet before shooting the drawer close(and no I didn't actually shoot it closed ) and headed for the door grabbing caps from all the furniture around me and any medical supplies from the same.

"So Desert what's the plan?" Silver actually sounded interested well as interested as a skeleton can sound, to bad my plan wasn't very interesting.

"Well I'm still working on that bit." I said a little dim Whiteley I mean I can't lie this guy can read minds.

"Sigh" he was disproving i could tell

"Yeah yeah don't worry I'll keep us safe" And as I said those last few words I looked into the mirror resting against the wall of my cave

seeing myself with plasma rifle along my back clutched between mine and silvers body's and the shit brown cloak, I have on my goggles left eye shattered and helmet dented scratched by what I assume was the crash of the vertibird, I looked at myself red coat with black mane, and white streaks and then cutting contact with the mirror

i focused my attention on what really mattered I looked at and subsequently threw open the door to the world above.

Footnote: Level Up
New Perk: Night Vision
You have adjusted and evolved to see better in the dark than most ponies. See 50% better than most at night or in the dark perfect for stealth and sniping.
Skill: Small Guns 25. The use of rifles, pistols, and various small arms. Be sure to tag this one, since most combat will take place with small arms. This skill can be increased by reading the popular magazine 'Guns and Bullets

Author's Note

hears my first oafishly published story hope y'all like'ed it also yes the random h is intentional