Fallout Equestria: just Arma things

Rolling to the side, I narrowly dodged the attack from the raider. After grabbing the M1911, I quickly turned around and flicked off the safety, pulling the trigger until the gun clicked empty. The first round entered its left eye, turning the left part of its face into bloody chunks and splattering the wall behind it with blood and grey matter. I hit the magazine release, and the spent mag hit the dirt with a soft thump as I slapped in a new one. The shots most likely attracted the other raiders in the town, so gotta pay attention now. Let’s see if the raider had anything on it.

I kneeled by the body and rummaged through any pouches or pockets I could find. I found a rusty knife, several bottle caps, two mags of pistol caliber ammunition, and a pistol with the weird mouth grip on it. I-it had two weapons it could of used... and it just charged at me, using neither. Know what, I’ll think about it later, I got raiders to kill and a gun to acquire.

I holstered my 1911 and unslung my Lee-Enfield No.4, then pulled the bayonet from its sheath on my side and affixed it to the front. I halfcocked the bolt to make sure a round was in, then pushed the bolt forward upon seeing a round in the chamber. The sound of beating hooves approaching caught my attention, probably checking out the gunshots. The first raider ran around the corner, and impaled itself through the neck on my bayonet. Twisting the blade and pulling it out, the raider fell to the ground and clutched its neck with its hooves on a vain attempt to stop its inevitable death. The second raider ran around the corner with a sledge hammer floating behind it. It had a horn on its head, which was glowing a pale yellow color, the same glow was also wrapped around the handle of the sledge hammer. It swung the hammer, which connected with my left arm with a sickening crunch. I screamed out in agony as the force of the blow knocked me into the wall and sending my rifle tumbling to the ground. Again relying on my pistol, I yanked it out of its holster and popped off a round. It connected with her neck, which exploded into a mess of blood and chunks of flesh. The glow faded from its horn and the hammer, causing it to fall to the ground with a full thud. Its warm blood spurted on my face, and I just sat their, unable to move.

“Fuck! I wish I brought splints, I should have listened to Blackjack... fuck... at least I have morphine.” I panted, struggling not to scream from the immense pain surging through my broken arm.

These are raiders, they almost always have some Stimpaks laying around somewhere, but what if they don’t? If they don’t... then I’m completely fucked over. This better be worth it.

I grabbed my rifle by its sling, pulling it over to me and using it to support myself as I got up. Fuck this, I don’t think this’ll be worth it. After getting to my feet, I slung my rifle over my shoulder again. Creeping up to the corner, and...

BLAMH!

The retort of a high-caliber rifle caused me to freeze, but it seemed the shot wasn’t aimed at me. I waited several seconds for another shot to ring out, but heard nothing, so I took another risk and peaked around the corner and saw an empty street littered with some empty glass bottles. The street was suspiciously empty for this being a raider den, there was a definitive lack of... bloody decor on the walls.

I took the chance to run across the open street to a crudely fixed up house across the way. Pain flared in my left arm again as I ran, but I ignored it for now as my focus was on the shack in front of me. The door didn’t look sturdy, and I could easily kick it in. My sidearm had six rounds left in the current mag, and I had one spare remaining, so if those goes south I’m so fucking dead. Kicking in the door and rushing inside, I had caught a small group of three raiders off guard, a shot to the head finishing them off. Three rounds left before reload. A small tan box with three pink butterflies on it was laying on the floor, unfortunately already unlocked. I opened the container and found a few glass bottles filled with a red, blood like liquid in them. There was also a thing of Rad-Away and a few rolls of bandages.

If Blackjack were here, maybe he’d know what’s in these bottles. I should still take them though. Better to leave the enemy with few medical supplies in case I have to retreat.

I did a quick search of the bodies and finding a small amount of bottle caps, a revolver with a standard grip, six rounds for the revolver, and a couple grenades. The place was really quiet all of the sudden, and I took the opportunity to medic myself. Out of instinct I tried to open the medical menu, and to my surprise it actually came up. My left arm was highlighted in a pale yellow, meaning very little injury. Checking out my left arm, it showed that I had a few scratches, it was fractured, and I had lost some blood. Okay, could be worse. I could be dead or could have had my leg fractured. Quickly bandaging my arm and hitting myself with a stick a morphine, I then closed the medical menu and readied my pistol. Exiting the small shack, I listened for the sound of hooves, but didn’t hear anything. This wasn’t going well, but it’s still better than expected for a plan made on the fly. Coming to the edge of the building, I checked the sight lines, and saw it was clear of the balcony and raiders. I made a run for a building across the street, then quickly stopped when I heard beeping.

Mines. That’s just fucking swell.

There were several mines here, and their flashing orange lights were easily visible. Slowly backing up and heading further down the street; I went down a different alley that wasn’t mined. This lead to an open field with sparse trees and ditches for cover. I just wanted to put as much distance between me and the raiders as possible. If Blackjack got sent here as well, then maybe I could rally up with him. That is, if he didn’t die.

After walking for a while, a notification appeared in my vision. It read, New Objective: Search for supplies.

Where did that come from? Probably important, but finding a splint takes priority. The marker for this objective was 2 klicks to the... uh... North. I guess I have a direction I need to go now. I just hope there’s splints.