Fallout Equestria: Undead Reknown

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A loud deep breath filled the room and faded. It had been two hundred years since the spells hit, and the not-so-young prince had finally awoken. Breathing heavily, he sits up on his bed in the west wing.

"Hello?" His voice echoed on for what seemed like ages, as he went to stand. But being as he just woke up from a two hundred year coma, he toppled to the floor. "Shit!" He yelled, which again echoed for a minute.

The great walls of the stable, scorched and uncleaned, noted an attack. And this aching pain in his neck indicated that either he had a horrible knot in his neck, or somepony tried to make sure he wasn't living. With bullets!

He crawled back over to the hospital bed, and climbed back on it to sit and rest. "Damn, how long was I out? Better question, where the fuck is everyone!" The splitting headache he had from waking with a hard welcome. AKA brick pillow syndrome. Made him clench his forehead in his hooves.

"Agh! Fuck! I got a migraine! Lunadamned hard ass pillows! Shit!" Now, with getting all his rage out with the most unnecessary of vulgar words, he calmed down. Resting his head in his hooves. He thought to himself.

'I got to figure out what happened to everypony...it's a little too quiet. Especially for a stable.' He again stood, but fell to his haunches, hooves aching. "Oh yeah, legs. Heh." He started crawling into the hall to his quarters.

He got to the door after two minutes of furious, hoof flailing quote unquote crawling. "Finally!" He opened the door, and some of his least worst fears were behind it...quite literally.

Viscera lined the walls, spelling notes and warnings. Bones scattered across the corridor, flesh still rotting on them. "This didn't happen long ago from the looks of it. And these scorch marks are fresh."

A clatter came from a nearby supply closet, and to the princes’ luck, a security baton was sitting there at his side...well, shoved in the eye socket of a pony's skull by his side. Which, being as he really didn't give a fuck, he levitated the baton up, and held it, floating with a red aura encasing it.

He crawled towards the doorway, and flipped the switch to open the door. And what he found on the other end would change his life. A mare with a bucket on her head.

"Who's there! Where are you! Why is it so dark and echoey!" The alicorn chuckled. "Why are you laughing?" She stopped freaking out. "You...do know you have a bucket on your head right?"

"What? No I don't?" He fell over and laughed loudly. Which quickly got annoying due to the extended echo of the stable. As the mare continued. "Stop laughing! I'm being serious! I do not have a fucking buck-" He levitated the bucket off her head then froze.

"Yes, you did. Now, I need answers. One, what happened? Two, where is everypony? Three, did somepony take all my blood packs and run down the halls? Also four, what's with the fake bones?"

"Well, first off before I answer. Oh my Celestia you're awake! Now, mister Night Walker, that's your name, right? I'll answer your questions now with one word. Slavers."

He shot the mare a confused look. "Slavers?" She shot it back. "Really? It's that hard to guess by the name?" She sighed longingly. "This is gonna be a long two minutes of explanations."

"Oh, and before we start that. Do you have anything to help me? I kind of can't walk, and my body hurts like fuck." Night gave her a pleading look. "Well I got this." She pulls out a small pipe with a trigger and loads in a needle. "It's for when I'm lazy and don't wanna walk over and help my friends."

She pulled the trigger, and the needle hit him in the eye. "Ow! Fucking shit the hurts like a mothe-" The mare shoved a hoof in his mouth. "Shut the fuck up and pull it out." She yanked it out of his eye, in which he responded with a tiny squeak of pain.

She pulled her hoof out of his mouth. "Feel better?" He stood up and stared her down angrily. "No it fu-" She shoved her hoof in his mouth again. "No seriously, shut the fuck up, this place is crawling with radroaches and raiders. Are you trying to get us killed or something?"

He shook his head. "Good, then shut up and talk normally." She took her hoof back again, and wiped it on a rag. "So, where are you going?" She got up and looked around. "Well I was going to raid the kitchen before the fireworks went off in here, and bolt my flank out the front while it is."

She turned a little red in the face. "That was, until I got a bucket stuck on my head..." She tried to hide her face with her magenta mane, but failed, seeing as it wasn't really wide enough to cover her face completely.

"Hysterical behavior for such a fine mare. But I don't think we have time for standing around. We have to reach my quarters. I keep a revolver in a safe under my bed. You know, just in case." He turned and flipped the switch on the door.

Immediately, the dual barrels of a sawn off shotgun were shoved in his muzzle. "So..." The pony on the other end sounded dark, and merciless. "You finally woke up? I thought it'd be another year before we could sell you."

"You'f kno, imf gettin' real terd of gettin' shith shofed in muh fashe." He magically gripped the shotgun, and made it backfire in the ponies face. Ripping his flesh and bone to nothing. "Hmph, idiot..."

He used his magic to fashion a holster out of the pony's leather armor. Which he strapped to his right leg for quick access. "Moving on madam?" He stepped out into the hall, and made his way to the overseer's room.

'Damn, he knows how to kill!' The mare thought, looking down at the mush that used to be a pony's head. It slowly flowed to spell.

'Hurry the fuck up before I leave you.'

"Oh great, and now I'm scared." She ran out the door to his side. "So, kid, what's a fine mare like you doing in a stable after the war? You weren't here when I came in." She sighed. "Well this mare isn't from a stable, I was born in the wastes, and I live in the wastes. I just came here for supplies and answers."

"And you didn't expect anything out of the ordinary?" Night stared at her questioningly. "So how long until we reach your room?"

"ETA four minutes, five minutes tops. Depends on what we run into down here. Radroach, easy. Manticore, we're fucked."

"And yet you still smile notoriously? You know, you're a strange pony."

"Oh really?" He stopped with a hoof raised, looking down to his right, grinning. "How am I the weirdest thing you've seen all day?" She stopped alongside him. "Well you're not, I just find you strangely educated about this era, yet you just woke up. How is that?"

"I don't know, lucky guess?" He shrugged it off and kept walking.