Blue skull Roamed down the dirt path. Deep cuts covered his body head to hoof that stained his once dark blue pelt. He was hurting. Everything taken away from him; he only had a one sided saddle, and a switch blade. His life had passed by him, and know he faced a long walk. He had no medical supplies to heal his bleeding wounds, and for all he knew the raiders could be still following him.
Blue skull swiftly turned his head; there were no raiders behind him, just a long dirt road. Blue skull felt tears, but he held them back. The one thing he learned with the raiders, never show tears. If you do, your weak, and if you’re weak; the enemy will kill you with zero chance of survival. The raider life was a good life, lots of killing. There was never a shortage on pony’s to kill.
Blue skull passed a sight laugh as he saw a pack of cigarettes on the side of the road. “It’s about time!” he levitated the pack of cigarettes. “Know all I need is a lighter!” Blue laughed at that. He slid the pack into his saddle.
“You need a lighter?” A voice came from behind Blue skull.
Blue skull shot around, He was thinking it must be a raider. Standing behind him was a mid-age male pony; with a cowboy hat on, and a wheat stock in his mouth. “What the hay you want?” Blue skull shouted.
“Easy there partner, I just saw you walking down the road. I saws you were hurt, so I figured you needed help.” The earth pony was calm, and he kept his ground.
“Well if you can see mister, I have had a hay of a day. I’ve gone through shit!” Blue Skull still shouting.
“Easy mister, I’m just a helpful pony.” The orange coated pony looked at Blue skulls wounds. “You look really hurt, I can help you?”
Blue skull looked at the country pony. He wasn’t the kind of pony that excepted help. He did everything on his own. The other raiders never helped him, and he never helped them. Even when his pipbuck shut down they didn’t help. He had to travel to another raider camp to fix it. Know his pipbuck was in horrible condition. “Yah, if you can help.” Blue said regretting excepting help.
“Well you can just follow me mister, and will have you fixed up in a jiffy!” Wheat box said happily.
Wheat box lead Blue skull off the road, and entered a wheat field.
“So, where are we going?” Blue skull asked in a ruff voice.
“Well mister, I’m taking you to my farm; me and my family live there.”
The happiness in this ponys voice was pissing Blue skull off. “Well that’s great, more ponys!”
The country pony looked at Blue in a confused glance. “Don’t you like pony folk?” He was confused.
“Well, with the bad day I’ve had, I just don’t want to see any pony.”
“Aww, I see.” He said sarcastically.
“What!” Blue shouted.
“You have had a bad day, so you take it out on other folk.” The pony said in a still sarcastic voice.
“You know what, being attack by you friends; then having them take away everything is bull shit!”
The orange pony stopped walking, he looked concerned. “So you got attacked by your friends?”
“Yah!”
They both stood still for a few long moments, staring at each other.
“My name is wheat box.” The orange pony hesitated.
“My name is Blue skull.”
Wheat box looked kind of confused at his name. Like something was out of place. “When did you get that name?” He asked.
“When my mother gave birth to me!” He said looking angrily into Wheat box’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, just thinking out loud.”
The two walked through the wheat field to a small house. The house was made out of timber, looked like it was recently built. It had two stories, and it had a stone chimney.
“My wife is inside; she will help you with your wounds.” Wheat box opened the wood door, and let Blue skull in. “Honey I’m home!” Wheat box said happily.
“Dad!” Two small foals ran down a set of stairs. They didn’t even notice the large unicorn standing next to their dad. “Did you find anything for us?” The kids jumped up and down in excitement.
“I Shure did, I found a toy cart for you Ginger bow.” He handed a toy cart to a young orange filly. “And for you ice hoof, I have a vintage star bottle cap!”
“No way, a star bottle cap!” The young colt grabbed it out of his dad’s hoof. “This will be my tenth one!” The colt sounded joyfully.
“Yep, know go put it up in your room.”
The young foals ran up the stairs with joy.
“You all ways give your foals trinkets?” Blue skull looked at the father.
“Na, only when I find something in the fields.” Wheat box walked into the kitchen. “Hey darling, were is Wheat run?” He asked his wife.
“She is out in the barn messing around with that pipbuck you found him.”
“Ok, I’m going out to see her, can you help are guest?” Wheat box asked his wife.
“Who?” She asked walking out of the kitchen. Her eyes widened when she saw the blood seeping out of cuts covering Blue’s body. “Oh dear, your hurt!” She said in a frantic voice.
Wheat box looked at his wife. “This here is Blue skull, I found him walking down the road.” Wheat box looked at Blue skull. “And this here is my wife Marta Stich; she is the best cook in all of Equstria.”
“Well hey there Blue skull, come with me.” She told the unicorn.
Blue followed the filly into a large living room. The room was nice; it had a stone fire place, an old coach, and a lamp.
“Lay here; I’ll go get my medical supplies.” Marta ran off into another room.
Blue laid on the stained coach. It was comfortable, much better than the blood stained mattress back home. His mattress back home was some sort of clean; but then another raider used it to tenderize some colt’s ribs. It soaked his mattress with blood. Ever since then, Blue woke up to the smell of blood.
Marta trotted in the room with a metal box in her mouth. It had three butter flies on it. “I got the kit.” Marta said opening it on the floor. She pulled out a sarsaparilla bottle. She poured it into a small, wooden bowl.
“What’s that for?” Blue asked watching her pour the orange soda.
“It’s for the medicine, I found out if you mix a stem pack with sarsaparilla. It’s better for cuts and burns.” Marta pulled out a half empty stem pack, and poured it into the sarsaparilla. “And you don’t drink it, you rube it on the cuts.” Marta dipped an old sponge in the bowl. “It will sting.” She said pressing it up on the deepest cut.
The burning feeling made Blue skull flinch slightly, it was a horrible pain. When she said stinging, Blue thought it would be like lemon juice in his cut. This felt much worse. He felt embarrassed when he saw that Marta saw his flinch of pain. After all he was a raider at heart, not some wussy.
Marta pulled the sponge away; Blue turned his head to see the cut. In about three seconds, the cut closed shut.
“Wow, that’s amazing!” Blue said looking at Marta.
Marta passed a quick smile. “Just hold still while I finish with your other cuts.” She mumbled though the sponge. Marta dipped the sponge, and got back to work.
Marta took about ten minutes patching up the wounded Raider. After she was done, she saw his cutie mark. She was puzzled at the sight of the cutie mark.
“What is your cutie mark?” She asked wiping blood off the cutie mark. She examined the cutie mark very closely.
“It’s a hook.” He said smiling.
“Is your talent fishing?” She asked him happily.
Blue skull opened his mouth to correct her, but then he remembered something. What the hook went was when he would hang up dead or living ponys. He would be the one to break a bone if it was in the way; or just hang up the living ponys for fun, but if he told her that it meant that. Would she kill him? He couldn’t risk it; he would have to lie for now. “Yes, it’s a fishing hook.” He said trying to hide his lying voice.
“That’s a good talent, but how do you get so buff fishing?” She said feeling his hind leg muscle.
Blue was kind of surprised, none of the raider fillys noticed anything spectacular on Blue; but Marta was right, how would somepony get buff fishing. Blue said the easiest answer he could think about. “I work out a lot.”
Marta left the laying raider. “Well I hope you will stay for dinner. It’s getting dark, and at night the wolfs come out.”
“Well, if I can stay here, Shure.” Blue skull felt filled with joy at the kindness of the filly. Were all fillys so nice? He wanted to know if they all were nice. The only other fillys Blue skull had ever seen; were the other raider fillys, and the ones that begged for mercy. He thought of all the fillys he had killed. If they were all like Marta, then Blue would have killed so many nice ponys. Blue looked at his damaged pipbuck, it needed repairs that was for Shure. The map wasn’t even working. Blue sighed.
“You ok?” Wheat box asked
Blue hadn’t noticed him coming in the room. “Yah I’m fine, it’s just, my pipbuck, its broken.” Blue held up his pipbuck.
“My daughter has one of them fancy things! I bet she could help.” Wheat box sounded cheerful. “Come with me, she is in the barn.”
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“Hey Wheat run, can you help Blue skull?” Wheat box asked
“Who?” She asked turning. Wheat run saw Blue skull. “Oh hi, you’re that pony that my father found. Good to meet yah!”
“Hey.” Blue star replied. He examined the filly. She had green eyes; just like her mother, but she had a reddish coat. “Do you know how to fix a pipbuck?” He asked putting his hoof up on the table.
The ponys work table was covered in scrap metals, hard drives, and wires. There were coils of copper and just random junk spread all over the table.
“Let me take a look at it.” Wheat run examined the pipbuck for a few short moments. “I can see your problem with it.” She said happily.
“What’s rong with it?” Blue asked
“Your hard drive is destroyed.” Wheat run trotted over to a metal box.
“What!” Blue said in panic, just the thought of it being broken raced his heart.
“But its ok, I have another hard drive right over here.” Wheat run pulled out a small chip out of the box. “This might work.” She said pulling out the old chip, and placing the new one.
Blue skull lifted his hoof to his face. The pipbuck turned a bright green light on in side.
“Loading new chip data.” The pipbuck sounded off.
Blue skull watched in amazement, as everything on the pipbuck worked again. “It works!” Blue said with joy.
“Location discovered: Wheat family’s farm.” The pipbuck sounded off. A small dot appeared on the map.
“Wait, why did it say that out loud?” Blue asked Wheat run.
“Well, I didn’t have a pipbuck hard drive, so I used a radiation suit’s chip.” Wheat run looked embarrassed. “So, it has restarted all your data.”
“What!” Blue shouted. Anger filled him.
“Easy, that’s a good thing!” Wheat run lifted his hoof. “Look, it comes with a time blog!” Wheat run turned a switch on the pipbuck with her mouth. It turned to a blank page. On the top it read time journal. “So now it will keep track of where you have been, and look, it also has a voice.” She whispered into the pipbuck. “Where are we?”
“We are at Wheat family’s farm.” The pipbuck sounded off.
“Well that’s cool and all, but what happened to all the places I’ve been?” Blue asked Wheat run. “Those have to be somewhere?”
“Well the new chip has never been used; I found it new in an old building.” Wheat run placed her hoof on the table. There was a pipbuck on her hoof. “I found my pipbuck used, so it has locations on it already.”
Blue looked at her pipbuck, then back at his. It would be a good idea to reset it; after all he was starting a new life. So this was his time to start fresh. “Fine this will work.” He said in a gruff voice. Blue looked over to Wheat run again, but his eyes stopped on her side. There was a wing. She was a Pegasus! “You’re a Pegasus!” Blue said in shock. The last Pegasus he had seen was dead on the road. Pegasus didn’t live on the ground anymore; they lived in the clouds.
“Oh well, this is how I was born.”
Blue could tell she was lying. “What’s the truth?” He asked glaring at her.
Wheat run sighed; she didn’t want to tell the unicorn. “The truth is Wheat box found me as a baby. I was in one of the fields. He took me in, feed me, and raised me. I’ll never know where I came from.”
Blue spotted a tear run down her face. “What about your eyes, they look like Marta’s?”
“They don’t look like hers! They look like my mother’s!” She yelled at Blue skull.
“Easy girl, I just saw your wings and wanted to know!” Blue said calming her down.
Wheat run wiped the tears off her face, moving her orange mane to the side. “I’m sorry; I blow my top when ponys talk about my parents.” She apologized.
“It’s ok; now we have to go get inside. We don’t want to be out here when the sun goes down.”
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DAY 1- TIME approximately 7:00 P.M- location: Wheat family’s farm.
Blue roamed around the guest room, seeing if there was anything that would be worth taking. He had already eaten dinner with the Wheat family. It was a good dinner, they served daisy sandwiches. Then showed Blue his room, and left him to be alone. He sat on his bed, knowing that it would be a good idea to see what his pipbuck could do now. Using his magic he turned the switches to see what new pages he had. It had a map page of course, the journal page, and a few other pages. “Where is nearest city?” Blue asked the pipbuck to see how smart his pipbuck was.
“Checking for new satellite updates….. No updates….. Nearest city is Sarsaparilla Plaza; location fifteen miles away. Do you wish to set as objective?”
Blue thought for a moment before responding. In the morning I could head over to this city, and start a new life, Perfect to start fresh. “Yes set as priority.” Blue said to the pipbuck.
“Setting as priority……. Objective: go to Sarsaparilla Plaza, is now new priority.”
Blue was pleased at his new pipbuck chip; it worked way better than the last chip, and was twice as useful. After a while he went back to trying to find useful things to take. He found a few pens, pencils, and a magazine named “Zebra, know your enemy.” Blue knew this was stealing, but he needed everything he could get to start his new life. As he rummaged through a dresser; he found four shot gun shells. This was something he had to take. He was known by the other raiders that he horded ammo. The other raiders couldn’t offer him caps for his ammo.
He also found five caps under the bed, along with a bobby pin. He was happy with what he found. Stuffing them into his saddle he fell asleep. Normally he would stay up playing poker with the other raiders, but after the day he had; he needed the sleep.
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DAY 2-TIME approximately 6:30 A.M- location: Wheat family’s farm.
“Good morning Blue skull!” Marta said setting grass pancakes on the table.
Blue sat down at the table. “Good morning.” He said putting a fork in his pancakes. Everypony was already sitting at the table eating the pancakes.
“How you doing this fine morning?” Wheat box asked
“I’m doing fine; I haven’t slept like that for years.” Blue said feeling great. It was true, back at the raider camps; they didn’t sleep much, every four hours oh so, there would be a fight. Raiders often got drunk, so there would be fight on and off all night.
“Well that’s great!” Marta said bringing a plate of hay bacon strips.
Blue ate for a few moments without saying anything. “I was thinking about heading over to Sarsaparilla Plaza.” He said to the ponys at the table.
“That’s a good city.” Wheat box said to Blue. “But you have to be careful there; there are a lot of drunks there, and if you’re not careful you’ll get in a fight.”
Marta sat down her fork. “Are you Shure you don’t want to stay another night?” She asked.
“Oh no, ill head into town after breakfast.”
“Well, you can leave whenever you want.” Marta said.
“Can I come with you?” Wheat run asked nervously.
Everypony stopped eating. “Are you serious?” Wheat box said surprised.
“Yes I am, I want to find my real parents, and going with Blue might help me.” She said worried that she would be punished.
“Were your family.” Marta said putting a hoof on her shoulder.
“No you’re not!” Wheat run said hitting Marta’s hoof off. Her voice started to rise. “I want to travel across Equestria, not live my life here.”
“Wheat run, calm down.” Blue said trying to calm her down.
“No, I want to find the answers!”
The table was quit for a few moments. Then wheat box spoke up.
“Do you really want to do this?”
“Yes, I want to live my life.”
Wheat box looked at Blue skull. “Is this all right at you?” He asked.
“Wheat box!” Marta yelled.
Wheat box just glared at her. He turned back to Blue.
Blue thought for a moment. Why would he want her to fallow him? She would just slow him down. He would have to feed her, shelter her, and protect her. The wastelands are a dangerous place, and she would mean for Blue that he had to protect two bodies; but at the same time it would be a good thing. Being in the wastelands alone is dangerous by its self. Having a pony with you is safer. Even if Blue had to protect her, two is better than one. In raider school you learned this. You never go on a raiding party alone. This could be considered a raiding party, right? Blue looked at the Pegasus. She was dead serious about this. “Well I guess it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let her tag along.”
Wheat run’s face turned into a smile. She looked over to her step farther. “Can I?” She asked.
Wheat box knew if he said no, she would still go. So he accepted the fact that she was going to go. “Yes, you can go with him.”
Marta seemed shocked at his words that came out of her husband’s mouth.
“Thanks!” Wheat run said standing up. She ran to her room without finishing her breakfast.
“Will you take care of my daughter?” Wheat box asked in a sad tone.
“Yes I will protect her.” Blue said finishing his breakfast.
“If you’re taking her with you, then I want you to have this.” Wheat box stood up, and walked over to a closet. He grabbed a two barrel shot gun in his mouth. He sat it next to Blue skull. “Take this; it has two shells already in it. Stop by the barn when you leave, there are a few more shells on the shelf by the door.”
Blue levitated the shot gun into his saddle bag. “Thanks.” He told the pony.
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DAY 2- TIME approximately 8:45 A.M- location Wheat family’s farm.
Blue grabbed the two shells of the shelf. He also found a box of four bobby pins. He would have taken more, but Wheat run was in that room grabbing stuff to take. “You ready to head out?” Blue asked the Pegasus.
“Yes I am, let’s go!” She said happily trotting out of the barn.
The two said goodbye to the Wheat family, and headed though the field. When they got to the road they headed east, towards Sarsaparilla Plaza.
“This your first time traveling?” Blue asked Wheat run.
“Yes, I have never passed the fields before.” She said looking at the land scape.
Blue walked along the road, looking out for any danger that might pop out. They had only walked six miles when they spotted two figures heading there way. “Wheat run, go behind that rock.” He commanded the Pegasus.
“Why, aren’t they just ponys?” She asked.
“Hostiles fifteen miters… scanning for data.” Blue’s pipbuck said.
“I’m going behind the rock.” Wheat run said running for the rock. Wheat run knew what hostile meant.
Blue skull pulled out his shot gun. He started walking towards the figures. “Hey you!” Blue yelled.
“Warring, hostiles are armed, I advise you take cover.”
Blue kept walking towards the ponys. One stated to run, Blue could see them clearly know; they were slavers. He raised his shot gun.
BLAM! BLAM!
Blue fired his weapon, hitting the running pony in the leg. It stumbled the ground. Blue aimed again to kill the wounded pony, when the far pony fired.
BLAM! BLAM!
One of the bullets scraped Blues flank. Blood poured from the new wound. “Danm it!” Blue yelled firing at the new threat. Blue dove behind a rock to reload his weapon.
“Get out here!” A firm voice yelled.
Blue stuffed two fresh shells into his shotgun. He turned around the rock firing his two shots.
“AHHHHH!” One of the ponys yelled falling to the asphalt.
Blue reloaded his gun, ready to fire at any time. Blue looked around the rock, one pony laid dead on the ground. The other one crawled for its life. Blue stood up, and trotted over to the wounded pony. Blood gushed from its leg.
“No, please don’t kill me!” The pony shouted turning on its back.
“Too late.” Blue raised his gun and blasted the head of the pony. He opened his shot gun and slid a shell into one of the barrels. Know he only had four three shots left. This is not how he wanted to waste his first shot gun shells. “You can come out!” Blue yelled to Wheat run. She solely came out from behind the rock.
“What happened?” She yelled seeing the dead bodies.
“Slavers, I had to kill them.” Blue started to loot the bodies.
“What are you doing?” Wheat run said disgusted.
“I’m getting the armor.” Blue stripped the bodies of their armor; finding caps, shot gun shells, a revolver, and ten, forty caliber bullets. He slipped the supplies into his saddle, and started to put on the armor. It was basic armor, leather armor. A very weak armor, but he needed something to protect his skin. He kicked some leather armor towards Wheat run.
“Ewww, I’m not touching that, it has blood all over it!” Wheat run pushed the leather padding back to Blue.
“It will protect you in the wasteland.” He said levitating the armor.
“No, I’m not touching that.”
Blue slipped the armor into his back, and started to walk away. He would find somepony to buy it in the city, get some caps for it.
“Where are you going?” Wheat run asked.
“Where we were going before the slavers ruddily interrupted.”
“Ha, ha, very funny.” Wheat run fallowed him down the road.
Footnote: Level up
New perk: Double the barrel, double the fun. You know cause 10+ damage using double barrel shot guns.
Note: Okay i have had this chapter done for over a month; but i dident have the time to pre-read. But i got the time, so here you go! My skills have improved; but not in this chapter, in the next one i will have better writing skills.
Chapter 2
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DAY 2- TIME approximately 11:45 A.M- location unknown.
“Were almost to the city.” Blue told Wheat run. He could see the city walls. It looked like a fairly big city.
“Good, my hooves are killing me!” Wheat run wined.
“Quit your wining! Once we get into town we still have to find a place to stay.”
“Location discovered: Sarsaparilla Plaza.” Blue’s pipbuck sounded off.
Blue examined the city’s walls. They were around twenty feet tall, and were made from scrap metal. He trotted over to the main entrance. Guarding it were two unicorns, both equipped with combat shot guns. He was stopped by one of the guards hooves.
“To enter the city costs fifty five caps.” The black unicorn said.
“Fifty five caps?” Blue asked staring at the guard. His eyes looked up and down the pony.
“Yes, it costs fifty five caps to enter the city. Pay up, or leave.”
Blue felt anger fill his body; Wheat box never said anything about paying. “No, body said anything about paying.” He knew something wasn’t right.
“It’s a new rule; every pony pays fifty five caps.” He taped his hoof on the ground waiting for the money.
Blue smiled. “What if, when I get in I tell the pony in charge that you charged me caps?” Blue looked at the guard standing at the other side of the door.
Sweat ran down the unicorns face. “On second thought; why don’t I let you in for free, my treat?” The unicorn stepped aside.
“That’s better.” Blue walked into the entrance.
Wheat run caught up to Blue. “Well that was way nice of them!” She said cheerfully.
Blue looked strangely at the filly. Was she really that dumb? “They were trying to scam us!” He told her eyes narrowed.
Her smile diapered. “Really, I thought they were just being really nice?” Her eyes looked back at the guards who were chatting to each other.
Blue didn’t say anything back. He was too busy looking down the city streets. They were going down a large road; filled with shops and stores. It was the nicest place he had ever seen in his life. Most of the shops were made out of old train carts, but others were made out of freshly cut wood. The streets were filled with ponies of all shapes, and sizes.
“Wow, this is nice!” Wheat run said smelling all the scents. Fresh bread filled her nose. “I’ve never smelt bread like that!” She was filled with joy.
Blue was surprised; every city he had ever been to, was run down, dilled with rusting metal, and hunger. This city was filled with life, smells, and food. Other streets lead down to more buildings, shops, houses, and other buildings. He stopped when he saw a tall building at the end of the street. It was a pre-war building, but still stood strong. Near the top it spelled “Travelers in.” The letters were from other buildings it looked like. Some were smaller, and some were deferent colors. It looked like ponyies just slammed the letters on the building. “Let’s stay there.” Blue pointed with one hoof.
“That would work, it looks nice.” Wheat run said sweetly.
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DAY 2- TIME approximately 12:50 P.M- location Travelers’ in.
Inside the hotel there were tables and chars, all made form fine fabric. Blue was pleased when we saw a huge bar across the room; with pool tables and a bar stocked with hundreds of bottles of drinks.
An earth pony sat at the front counter. He was typing on a thermal, his red eyes glared at the computer screen.
“How much is a night Mr.?” Blue asked putting an elbow on the counter.
The earth pony looked at Blue. “Four caps a room, unless you want the penthouse; that is ten caps.”
Blue skull thought for a moment. Four caps a night could get really expensive if he stayed for the rest of his life; but this would work until he found a cheaper house. “Here, I’ll buy one for one night.” He levitated four caps out of his saddle bags.
The pony slid the caps into his pocket. “Thank you, and here is your key. You can take the elevator or the stairs.” He handed Blue a small metal key.
“See yah later.” Blue trotted over to the elevator. It opened with a click. Wheat run fallowed him into the elevator. There was another pony waiting.
“Good after noon, I haven’t seen you in these parts?” The red coated pony asked.
“Yah, we just got here. Who are you?”
“My name is Whisky breath; but don’t get confused, I don’t drink much. I work at the bar down the street.” He stepped out of the elevator. “If you need anything, just come by the bar; I’ll tell you what ever you need to know.”
“Okay I’ll remember that.” Blue said clicking on the tenth floor. The elevator creaked as it went up. When it opened, it lead to a long hall way. Paint was chipping off the walls, and some of the lights flickered.
“Here is our room!” Wheat run said shoving the key in the door. With a soft click the door opened. The room was large. It had four rooms, one was a bath room; the others where bed rooms, and the largest one was a living room. Wheat run loved the room. It was clean, and had a huge window that viewed the city.
“Wow, I can’t believe this place held together this well during the war!” Blue said feeling one of the beds. The sheets had dust on them, but the blankets had no holes; not like the raider blankets back home.
“There’s food here!” Wheat run said excitedly.
Blue looked were Wheat run was looking. There were boxes of pre-war food; mostly cake and muffin boxes. He was going to have to take them when he left.
“And look over here!” Wheat run pointed out the window. “The city is huge!”
He looked out the window. She was right, the city stretched for a few miles. Looking down he spotted a train station; it had a working train stationed, loading wooden boxes. Ten ponys stood ready to pull the train. “Well, you make yourself comfortable, I’m going outside.
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DAY 2- TIME approximately 2:25 P.M- location Whiskey breath’s bar.
Blue stepped into the bar; it was based off old fashion bars. With two pool tables, and a small bar, this place was top notch. A few ponys were playing pool, while two other were enjoying drinks. Blue spotted Whiskey breath over at the bar. He was wiping down the bar with a torn rag.
“Hey whiskey breath, can I ask you something?” Blue sat on one of the bar stools.
“Well Shure!” Whisky said pouring a glass of apple whiskey.
“Well, what do ponys do for work around here?” Blue said looking around the bar, all the ponies in the bar looked like wealthy ponies.
“Well, there are lots of things!” He slid the glass over to Blue. “First drink is on me!”
“What kind of things?” Blue asked gulping down the apple whiskey. Blue loved the taste of the apple whisky, much sweeter than most drinks.
“Well, there is the train pulling thing, poor Strong leg hurt his back pulling the train up a steep hill.”
Blue thought about train pulling; but that was hard work, and he didn’t have any time for that. “Anything else?” He asked pulling out a cap to pay for another drink.
“Yah there is protecting duty; but if ya like zebras, it isn’t a job for you.” He poured another glass for Blue.
“Zebras, what do you mean?” Blue said confusedly. Could he mean the zebras that fought the war?
“Zebras you know, there all over the hills. That’s why we have to go out there; they get too close to the city.”
Blue felt shocked. He had never seen a zebra before; but he knew they were dangerous. There the whole reason the war started; but he thought they had left after Canterlot fell. “Your saying zebras are still out there?”
“Yep, and it’s a hard job, we lose fighters every week; but the pay is good.”
Blue gulped his glass of apple whiskey. This was a perfect job; he would finally get to see what a zebra looked like. “Where do you sign up?” He asked unsure if he wanted to join.
“You go over to the solider building, they are letting anypony join right know.”
“Maybe I’ll go over first thing in the morning.”
“Great, do you want any more drinks?”
“Na, I need to get back to the hotel.”
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DAY 2- TIME approximately 7:15 P.M- location travelers in.
Wheat run looked into the cracked bath room mirror; Looking at her green eyes. She had always wanted to know if she was pretty to other ponys. Once back at the farm, another pony stopped by. He was handsome; with a light blue coat. It looked like he liked her; but she would never know, because she never saw him again. Maybe she would find someone in the city that liked her. Wheat run heard Blue Skull enter the room. “Hey blue!” She said rushing out of the bath room to meet him.
“Hey there.” Blue said setting two foam boxes on a table. “I got sandwiches for dinner.” Blue popped open the containers. “I found them over at a corner store.”
Wheat run took a bite out of the sandwich. It was good, much more tasteful then her mom’s.
“Oh Wheat Run, I’m going to get a job as a protector.” Blue said looking at the Pegasus.
“What’s that?”
“Well it’s were I go out and protect the city from zebras.”
Wheat run stopped eating at the word zebras. “Zebras, like the ones who destroyed Equstria?” She asked nervously.
“Yah, but it’s no big deal.”
Wheat run looked at him. Was he serious, zebras would kill him; but, he did kill those two ponys by himself, and he wouldn’t be alone this time. “Can I come?” She asked without thinking.
“No way!”
“Please, I could carry your guns!”
“No!”
Wheat run looked at her hooves. “I want to see what a zebra looks like.” She lied; she just wanted to be with him.
Blue sighed; it would be a good idea to have her carry his guns. He would be able to move faster without carrying them. “Fine, you can come; but you can’t get in my way!”
“Okay!” Wheat run went back to eating her sandwich.
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DAY 3- TIME approximately 7:00 A.M- location Sarsaparilla Plaza.
Walking into the Protecting building; Blue found a dozen or so ponys armed, and ready to march.
“What do you need?” A pony asked Blue.
“I’m here to join.” Blue looked at the ponys weapons. They had battle saddles, and assault rifles.
“Well if you have a gun; you can come with.”
“Yah, I got a gun, do I have to fill anything out?” He asked looking around the room.
“Na, just tag along with us.”
Blue was surprised; he didn’t have to sign anything, but it was a rip off that he had to use his ammo. “When he heading out?”
“Right know.”
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DAY 3- TIME approximately 8:30 A.M- location hard wood hills.
The team walked through the desert. After a while they came across a thick forest. It was a coldish day, and the wastes seemed to be dead; Not a single nose.
Blue skull looked at the tall trees. He had never seen a forest before; just dirt, and rocks. “These hills must have a ton of wild life.” He looked at Wheat run, who was examining the tree line.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” She said looking worried at Blue skull.
“It’s fine, nothing is going to happen.” Blue convinced the pony.
“Yah your right, I just can’t get this feeling away.” Wheat run trotted to Blue’s side. “What if the zebras are watching us?”
“If they were watching us, why wouldn’t they kill us know?”
The question puzzled Wheat run. He had a point; zebras would kill ponys whenever they saw them. “Your right, I just need to relax a bit.” Wheat run stopped when she saw a flash in the Connor of her eye. She shot her head to face the forest; nothing was there. Then the flash came again. It was coming from one of the hills. She focused her eyes. There was some sort of an animal in the tree. It had strips, and it held something long. Wheat run went into panic when she figured what it was. She opened her mouth to tell the others; but a loud crack ripped thought the air. She watched as a mid-aged colt fell to the ground.
“Zebras!” A mare yelled.
Cracks from rifles filled the air as Blue pulled out his revolver. He fired into the trees, not knowing if he was hitting anypony. Blood flew onto His coat, as an older colt’s head blew apart. He had to get closer to the tree line. “Wheat run, follow me!” He yelled over to the Pegasus. Blue started to sprint for the tree line. Bullets flew pat him as he jumped into the tree line. A few other stallions and mares fallowed him.
“Move up the trees! Let’s smoke these bastards!” The pony in charge yelled.
For a few moments there were no gun shots. Then we entered an opening. Zebras filled the opening. As they all looked over at us; guns shot from both sides. Blue sprinted into the opening; using his switch blade he slashed at the zebras.
“I got him!” A voice sounded.
Blue was tackled by a zebra. They tumbled down a small hill. Blue bucked off the zebra sending him into a pine tree.
“Shit!” The young male zebra shouted in pain.
Blue stood up; getting ready for a fight. He could hear the gun shots, and shouts coming from up the hill.
“I’m going to kill you!” The zebra said in a prideful tone. He started sprint towards Blue. He spun around sending one hoof towards Blue.
He quickly ducked to the ground. Lunching his self-up words, he hit the zebra in the gut, with his horn; sending its face first into the dirt. He did not hesitate to fight back. Sending a hoof into the zebras face; he landed on top of the zebra.
Blood gushed from the zebra’s nose and belly as he flung around hitting Blue in the mouth. “Take this!” He yelled bucking Blue in his gut.
The heavy ex-raider lifted a few feet; but the zebra’s weak legs could not send him flying back. Instead He fell back down sending both his hoofs into the zebras face; Opening a gash around his ear, and cutting his left eye.
“Arrg, help!” The zebra cried trying to pull himself away from Blue’s grasp; but the strong stallion kept him on the ground.
Blue raised his hoof to kill the zebra; when a strong pain hit his head. He rolled off the zebra.
“Akua save me!” The zebra shouted raising a hoof to another zebra who stood by his side.
Blue looked up to see a female zebra. This one was stronger, and much older than the colt. She had dark blue eyes, and large leg muscles.
“Stay away from my brother!” Akua yelled bucking Blue in the ribs.
He gasped for breath as he stumbled into a tree. This zebra had powerful hind legs.
Akua turned to buck blue again; but this time Blue stood on his hind legs. Missing the zebra’s legs He shot down pushing his entire Wight into Akua’s leg. With a loud snap, the zebra’s hind leg broke.
The zebra cried in pain as she looked at her broken leg. She tried to turn away from the pony; but his Wight pressed down on the broken leg. “Please don’t kill me!” The zebra pleaded to the stallion.
Blue just stared at the weak zebras. They were as dumb as rocks. He looked up the hill when the gun shots stopped. Blue stood still trying not to get the zebras to notice him; but that ended when the male zebra yelled for help. Then ten zebras ran down the hill. Blue got ready to fight them; but they over powered him. Darkness filled his world as a rock hit his head.
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Blue opened his eyes. He laid inside a log cabin; with his hooves tied together. He pulled on the ropes; but they were too tight. He looked around the room. There were no other ponies in the room. Except for Wheat Run who lay next to Blue, still knocked out. “Wake up!” He whispered loudly, towards Wheat Run. She just sat still. Blood ran down her face; from a gash next to her ear.
“What’s going on?” Wheat run asked in a weak voice.
“I think we were taken by the zebras.” He said still in a whisper.
“What!” Wheat run shouted. She started to flap her wings, making a lot of noise.
“Shhhhh!” Blue said trying to hush the panicking Pegasus. “The zebras might hear.” He was cut off by the entering of two zebras.
They flicked on dim lights that hung from the walls. “Why hello?” One said in a creepy voice. “Go get the others, were going to have fun with these guys.” The other ran outside of the cabin.
“Go to hell!” Blue said spiting at the zebras hoofs.
“That’s not very smart pony!” The zebra walked over to the unicorn, and gave him a buck to the stomach. He laughed with joy. “That’s fun right there!” The zebra walked over to Wheat Run. “And for you... Well were going to have some fun you and me.” The zebra crouched to Wheat run and licked her neck.
Wheat run filched as the warm tongue made its way up her neck. She shivered as the zebra licked her ear.
“Stop that!” Blue yelled pulling on his ropes.
“Oh shut up!” The zebra said kicking blue with one hoof. He licked the ear again.
Wheat Run flapped her wings trying to break free; but the zebra just laughed at the pathetic pony. “Stop it!” She yelled pulling her head away from the zebra.
“Why would we do that? We just started.” The zebra said with a sly look. He shot his head around when more zebras walked in the room.
“What were you doing Oluoch?” A female asked trotting over to the male zebra.
“Nothing, I was just saying hi to this Pegasus.” Oluoch said with a joking voice.
“Well do it later, we have to wait for orders.” The female winked at the male.
Wheat run was surprised, were all zebras like this? Chills went down her spine as she thought of what the male zebras were going to do to her.
“Order everypony, order!” an old zebra said walking over to Blue. “So you are the pony that almost killed my son and daughter?” The zebras tone sounded grim.
Blue felt fear surge though his body. The two zebras that he fought were his foals, and by the look of it; this zebra was the leader. He said nothing.
“You are powerful; sadly that power will be wasted.”
The zebras sounding the room started to whisper.
One zebra stood and spoke. “I say we make it long and painful!”
“Yah, I say we send them to the whipping post!” A female shouted.
“No let’s make them into slaves!”
“No!” The leader shouted. The zebras fell silent. “We will kill them in time.” The old zebra leaned the other zebras. “but I think we should wait till morning when the sun is brightest.”
All the zebras left; not even Oluoch stayed. They all left with the leader.
“How are we going to get out of here?” Wheat run said with panic. “That creeper will come back, and with other male zebras!”
“Stop over reacting, I’ll get us out of here.” Blue said looking around the room for a way to get out of the ropes.
“No I’m not going to stop; I have never been touched like that before!”
“Calm down!” Blue shouted at her.
Wheat run stopped. A tear ran down her face. “I don’t want to be here!” She shouted back.
Blue’s mouth opened into a smile when he found a pocket knife on a small table. “Jack pot!” He said happily. With a slight glow of his horn he was levitating the pocket knife off the table. “Look what I found.” He started to cut his ropes.
“That’s great, know hurry up.” Wheat run looked towards the wooden door frame. A figure approached the cabin. “someponys coming!”
Blue hid the knife between his hind legs. A zebra entered the room. It was Oluoch. He approached Wheat run.
“Good news, were killing you with the whipping booth in the morning; but I have a whole night to hang out with you, Pegasus.” His voice sounded grim.
Wheat Run’s eyes widened; as the zebra gently pushed his head into her neak.
The zebra licked her front leg. “I’m trying to make the old man let me keep you.” The zebra laughed. He wrapped his hoof around Wheat run’s torso.
Blue couldn’t take this bastard anymore. He levitated the knife out from under his leg, and sliced deep into the zebra’s neck.
The zebra gasped for breath as his blood choked himself. He dropped dead after a few seconds of bleeding.
Wheat run gasped from the sticky blood all over her coat her coat.
“Chill out!” Blue said cutting his binds. He stood up, and cut off Wheat Run’s binds. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“What about your weapons?”
He stopped in his tracks. Tilting his head he said. “Forget them; let’s just get out of this hell whole.”
Sneaking out of the camp was easy; but finding their way out of the woods in the dark, was hard.
Footnote: level up
New perk: zebra hater. You know have a 15% chance of getting a critical hit on a zebra.
