City of gold...?

"You *cough*, you haven't won here. You and your mutie-bastard friends are gonna join me in a big ol' mushroom cloud sendoff. I just triggered the self-destruct. Heh, heh; *cough, cough*... The work will go on. You didn't do nothing here, 'cept seal your own death warrants. Duty, *cough* honor... courage... Semper Fiiiii........"

*SPLAT!*

These were supposedly Frank Horrigan's last words, before the 'chosen one' actually detonated the Enclave oil rig that their final battle took place. And before that, the chosen one left, leaving Frank's decapitated body after his dramatic last insults.

As the chosen one left, a blue portal scooped his body parts up and sent them to none other than Equestria. Unfortunately for one Iron Will, he was the unfortunate one to be replaced... and was soon killed in the meltdown that detonated an entire oil rig.

Ashes to ashes... Dust to dust.

Frank opened his eyes. Bleary at first, but as his vision adjusted to the light, he saw what a wastelander never would have thought they'd see. ...Trees? Yes, many, many trees. He recognized from his education that these areas were called jungles, or forests. Not being as humid, he guessed the latter.

The FEV evolved Enclave agent stood up, making sure all his limbs were still there. After doing the short examination on himself, he assumed he was healthy enough to trudge on and find the closest settlement. He was weirded out if anything, but was more than sure he could handle any threats this habitat had to offer...

Looking around, he could see hundreds of eyes looking back at him from all directions. If anything attacked, they would be grounded into a red pile of their remains, and the blessing of being purged of their mutinous lives. In his helmet a map showed up in Frank's vision to the upper left, showing a marker for the nearest civilization. Turning to the respectable direction, he trudged onward with caution. Several markers came up on his peripheral vision to his left. They were dark yellow like the rest of his HUD, showing them as non-hostile. Out of fear or curiosity, he didn't know, but he would still like to get out as soon as possible, and try to contact the Enclave somehow.

"Come and get me motherfuckers!" The sounds of howls and shattering wood filled the forest. To Frank, they looked like giant rabid dogs with a wooden pelt. After many unsuccessful attempts to puncture his skin, and a few wolves turned to splinters, a pack of 'mutant garbage' was sent with their branched tails between their legs.

Of course they were no challenge. They were made out of wood! Now Frank might not have been the brightest agent in the Enclave, but he knew the math. Wood versus a super mutant with power armor does not go together well, as the wooden dogs have found out.

Frank trudged on, Feeling the eyes of the inhabitants all on him once again.

About two to three hours later Frank had reached his destination. It looked like a farm... With so many apple trees. As far as the eye could see. Just... apples. Looking around, he noticed a red, fairly intact barn, with a two story house next to it. An eyebrow raised under his helmet. Where was he? This was NOT the wasteland. There are no ruins, no graffiti, grime, ancient remains of buildings...

I'm not in Kansas anymore...