Fallout Equestria: Chapter 2

“What world do you live in? Out here in the real world, blood flows, little pony
Blood flows...”

Nothingness!My first several seconds outside were a heart-bursting eternity of hoof-pounding terror! The story had been right! All that was outside was a great black nothingness! It surrounded me, suffocating
If I had been able to draw breath, I would have screamed.And then my eyes started to adjust to the darkness
I began to calm, gasping, feeling weak (and not just a little foolish)
In my defense, I had never experienced night before
Not really
Sure, I’d always turned off the lights before curling into bed, but that darkness was small, confined to my little room
And there was always the glow from under the door
The hall lights of Stable Two were eternal.This was different
A cool air, quite unlike anything within the Stable, tickled my coat and chilled my skin beneath
It bore smells that were dank and rotting, dusty and alien
I could hear the sounds of night insects, creaking of wood and a far-off sloshing..
but I was struck more by what I couldn’t hear -- the constant low hum of the Stable’s generators and the ever-present high whine of the lights were gone -- so powerful in their absence that I first mistook the outside as silent
I could feel dirt and broken stone beneath my hooves, so unlike the smooth and sterile floors I had trotted all my life
And though I could not see much or far, I could see further than I had ever seen before, and there were no walls to mark the end of the room
I was staring into a horizontal abyss that stretched out from me in every direction.An entirely new panic began to form within me
My hind legs went out from under me and I sat, stunned
I turned my gaze to the ground, breathing deeply, thanking it not only for holding me up, but being a visual endpoint
Then I made the mistake of looking up into the sky, and the absolute endless up-ness of it sent my head spinning and my stomach lurching
Great masses of clouds rolled over most of the sky; but there were gaps through which soft light poured and through those I could see the up went on forever
Insanely, I thought of the clouds as a great net, made to catch me if I fell from the earth into the yawning gulf above; but if I slipped through the holes, I would just fall up forever.I clenched my eyes shut and tried to keep from vomiting.The fear and queasiness was intense but passing
Once my faculties returned, I began to notice those things that had escaped me in my initial panic
The surrounding terrain was becoming evident
The world around me did not stretch out evenly; the ground heaved and rolled -- hills creeping towards mountains
The earth was punctured by the upthrusting black fingers of long-dead trees
Along distant hilltops, I could see the swaying, leaf-shrouded branches of healthier woods, but the living trees near Stable Two were few, scattered and sickly.Second, I noticed that my PipBuck was flashing with a host of alerts
The map-maker was already beginning to do its work on my new and unfamiliar surroundings, and to my surprise had already pulled a label from the ether: Sweet Apple Acres.

Turning around to get my bearings, my eyes were drawn to the large, hollowed husk of what I assumed had once been a magnificent house
Now, it creaked and swayed in the breeze as if threatening to collapse.Looking to my PipBuck again, I noticed that it was picking up several radio transmissions
The radio broadcast from Stable Two was dark, but new stations had taken its place
My heart leapt, for it was the first indication that there might be pony life out here after all
I nudge my PipBuck to start playing the first station on the list.“...still sealed up
There is no way inside
My son, he ate one of the apples from those damned apple trees up near the Stable, and now he’s terribly sick
Too sick to move
We’ve holed up in the cistern near the old memorial
We’re running out of food and medical supplies
Please, if anypony hears this, help us..
Message repeats
Hello? Is there anypony out there? Please, we need help! I was bringing my family to the Stable up near Sweet Apple Acres when we were attacked by raiders
Only my son and I survived
We made it to the Stable, but it’s still sealed up
There is no way inside
My son, he ate one of the apples from those damned apple trees up near the Stable, and now he’s terribly sick
Too sick to move
We’ve holed up in the cistern near the old memorial
We’re running out of food and medical supplies
Please, if anypony hears this, help us..
Message repeats
Hello?...”A voice was filled with a terrible resignation, as if the pony had already given up hope and was just going through the motions
Shaken, I turned it off
I didn’t think I could bear to hear it again
That is when I noticed the soft ticking from my PipBuck
Checking it over, I discovered that its radiation detector -- a feature I had never known to be used, had self-activated
The cute little rainbow dial had always been planted firmly in the green
It was still there, but edging discreetly towards the yellow.I couldn’t just stand here beside what had long, long ago been the door to a simple apple cellar for the rest of my life
Well, I could, but it would be a relatively short and miserable life
A realization was dawning on me: with so many directions to go, what was the likelihood that I would chose the path that Velvet Remedy had followed? Even though she only had a few hours head start, the prospect of finding her was bleak.But I had to start somewhere
And the best chance I had was to get up high and have a look around
The ruins near me rose higher than any of the nearby trees, and the sheered-off roof of its upper tower was probably the best vantage point I could hope for
I closed my eyes, steadied myself, and went inside.

What was left of the Sweet Apple Acres building proved sturdier than it looked (or sounded)
It was also almost barren, anything of value that had survived had been looted, leaving only scraps that nobody wanted but that time itself seemed unable to erase
Rusted shoes, boxes of soaps for cleaning dresses that no longer existed, a pitchfork with a shattered handle, a rake.I began up the stairs
My eyes were alerted to a feeble glow, the soft green color of a poisoned apple, bathing the room above
The glow came from the screen of an old terminal, a device of arcane science identical to the ones used throughout Stable Two
It seemed miraculous that it still worked after centuries on the outside
When Stable-Tec built something, they built it to last.Curiosity lured me to it, and my wonder was quickly replaced with understanding
It was no coincidence that this particular terminal was live, for on it was a fresh message:To any pony who has left Stable Two in search of me:Please, go home
I am doing what I have to do
The Overmare understands, even if she can never agree, and I hope one day you will to
I will not be back
Do not look for me
Do not endanger yourself further for my sake
Please forgive me.Velvet RemedyI searched the terminal for more, but all the other messages were ancient and corrupted save for one
And that one had a rather unique encryption, something I had heard of but never seen before -- a binary encryption such that in order to decrypt it, I would first have to download the message into my PipBuck from both the terminal which had been used to send it and the one upon which it was received.Having nothing better to do with the vast amounts of storage my PipBuck was capable of, I downloaded it
In reality, I knew that the chances that I would ever come across the companion terminal, much less that it would be functional, were overwhelmingly against me
Nor did I have any reason to believe a message centuries old would be of any significance.More importantly, I now had to face that outside was my new home
Even if I found Velvet Remedy, it was unlikely that she would accompany me back
I’ll admit, I had been subtly entertaining a fantasy where the Overmare would be so delighted with Velvet’s return that she would embrace us both back into the herd
Maybe even throw me a party
Now, I was forced to admit how foalish that vision was.Thinking upon this made my head fill with black clouds
But as I reached the top of the ruins and looked out over the wasteland, a bright light, feeble as it was, flickered in that darkness..
just as the light from the campfire, not half an hour’s trot distant, poked an orange hole in the night.

As I approached the circle of firelight, I knew something was off
Something about the way the dusty beige unicorn was laying on his mat of straw, legs curled up under him
Some tenseness in his body language
But it wasn’t until I stepped hoof into the light and got a good look -- a warm “Hello” dying on my lips -- that I saw he was gagged, and caught the glint of the flames against a few expose links in the chains binding his hooves.“Well lookee here! Walked up all nice and pleasant, didn’t she?” A large earth pony emerged from the shadows of a nearby rock
His hooves clacked metallically against the rocky ground, shod in cruelly spiked ponyshoes
Two more ponies slid out of hiding on opposite sides -- one another earth pony holding a shovel whose blade had been lethally sharpened, the other a unicorn whose glowing horn levitated towards me a short instrument of wood and metal with two barrels
Each pony wore barding made from thick hide
Much like night, I had never seen a firearm before, save for pictures in books
But those books were more than explicit enough for me to recognize the mortal threat.The bound unicorn on the mat shook his head with a sad yet derisive look and began trying the scrape the gag away with a forehoof, no longer making effort to keep the chains secret
The three ponies menacing me spared him only the occasional glance.“Might as well have trussed herself up for us,” the gun-wielding unicorn snickered
Then, addressing me, “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”Laughter
“And another unicorn too
She’ll fetch a pretty price, this one.”Fetch a price for what? And from whom?The one holding the shovel-spear in his mouth mumbled something incomprehensible
Then, apparently deciding the gun was sufficient deterrent, spat out his weapon and re-iterated, “By the Go..
I mean, look at her! I think she’s taken a bath!”I was suddenly and bizarrely aware of how filthy all four of the ponies were, and how foul they smelled
I managed to cover a gag with a sneeze.“What’s going on?” I asked
Of the emotions battling for supremacy in my head, confusion had clawed its way to victory.The captive unicorn finally succeeded in pulling the filthy gag free
“They’re slavers, you idiot.”

Monterey Jack, the dirty beige unicorn with dour expression and a cutie mark that looked like cheese, followed behind me as we trudged alongside our captors, walking a broken path that once was a road
My legs were in chains, making walking difficult and anything more speedy than a trot impossible
My PipBuck had stymied the slavers efforts to bind my forelegs, eventually forcing them to chain me above the knees
Had the one with the shovel-spear not been holding its point dangerously against my throat, the other two would have gotten a few hooves to tender places for their efforts
As it was, they made short work of me.I was not gagged, but Monterey had convinced me early that unnecessary chatter from the slaves-to-be would likely result in the loss of my tongue
Not that I had much to say to these brutes anyway aside from my repertoire of colorful metaphors
I didn’t expect they would answer my questions, even if my tongue should survive the asking, and they were being chatty enough with each other to suffice.“Hate thef fart,” grumbled the earth pony through the spear clenched in his teeth.“Well then, if you would just learn to swim, we could take the long way, couldn’t we?” suggested the unicorn with poisoned sweetness.“Hate fuffen sweffey.” By his smell, decidedly more pungent than the others, I guessed he just hated water in general.“How about you stop complaining and I’ll let you sample one of the slaves before we get to the forest.” Their leader, the earth pony named Cracker with the spiked shoes and a cutie mark that looked suspiciously like a whip (or maybe a snake?), turned back towards Monterey and I with a filthy smile.I looked away
They laughed.Through their disgusting dialogue, I could hear a liquid sound ahead
Not like a burbling water fountain but closer to a sloughing muck
And..
something else
A distant sound, getting closer
Music? Yes, music
Slightly tinny yet..
triumphant? Regal? I couldn’t put my hoof on exactly what feeling the music was trying to inspire, but it was brightly out-of-place.Cracker took note of my expression and smirked
“You look like you’ve never heard that before
What, did you live your life in a Stable? If you’re hoping for the cavalry, that ain’t it filly
That’s just one of those sprite-bots.”The music cut out with a sharp twang.The unicorn slaver, Sawed-Off, trotted ahead a bit, peering down the path ahead
Turning back to the rest of us, he smirked
“Think one of the radigators got it?”Cracker suggested it flew into somepony’s booby trap
The other earth pony suggested a mouthful of spear-mangled mumbling
The unicorn turned forward again and the glow from his horn illuminated the machine -- a metal ball about the size of a foal’s head floating on four silently flapping wings – hovering silently right in front of his face
No arcane science this, I could tell; it was pure earth pony engineering.“FUCK!” Sawed-Off leapt back a full pony’s length in surprise
Then swung his shotgun to bear and fired it at the sprite-bot
The sound was like a metal plate falling from the ceiling, and it echoed through the night-darkened hills
Sparks specked the metal ball as it was peppered with scattershot
It let out an electric whine and darted into the darkness.The unicorn almost took off after it, but Cracker’s voice cut the distance between them, “That’s enough, Sawed-Off
Save your ammo.”“Dammit, I hate when they pull that stealthy shit
It’s a flying fucking radio; it’s not supposed to sneak up on ponies.”My ears were burning from the free flow of crude profanity, but I didn’t mind
I was mulling over what I had just seen.“Idiot,” muttered Monterey Jack under his breath
“They heard that all the way in Ponyville...”Unlike my fellow slave, I was pleased to have witnessed the unicorn firing off his weapon
Because now I knew how it worked.“...What kind of damned fool,” Monterey grumbled, “announces his presence this close to raider territory.”

A river slithered across our path, its waters slipping and oozing along its banks, half-stagnant
The water lapped and sucked at the supports of a bridge, making the wet sounds I had been hearing
Beyond the bridge lurked the shattered remains of a pre-war town.The bridge was a maze of barricades
Dark shadows of ponies moved about it
Briefly I may have made the mistake of hoping for rescue; but my eyes were drawn to the spiked poles that lined the bridge, and the still rotting heads of decapitated ponies that adorned two of them.I tasted bile
The sight was horrific.“Cager, stay here,” Cracker said, finally putting a name to the spear-wielding slaver pony
“Sawed-Off, let’s go hear what the toll is this time.”Monterey Jack lowered his head and looked balefully towards the bridge
I moved closer to him, following his example, and hoping that I had positioned myself so Cager couldn’t see the faint glow from my horn as I slipped my screwdriver and a bobby pin from my stable utility barding
Like all of the slavers’ equipment, the manacles on my legs were crude and of low quality
As Cracker and Sawed-Off argued with the bridge ponies, I focused on picking the first lock
I was rewarded with a soft click as it sprung open, releasing my PipBuck foreleg
The manacle fell to the ground with a little thump.“Hhu!” Cagey’s ears had shot up, and now he moved around to see me
Swiftly, I cut the magic, dropping the screwdriver and bobby pin into the dirt, and hoped that in the darkness the slaver couldn’t see the change in my chains.“Wuf hoo uf foo?” Cagey growled dangerously
The nasty sharp edge of the shovel hovered inches from my eyes.BLAM!Cagey turned abruptly, the spear-shovel slashing close enough to my face that I shrieked
The gunshot was from the bridge
It didn’t sound like Sawed-Off’s shotgun
But the second shot did.It took Cagey a breath to recognize that crossing the bridge had become a bloody affair
Glowering back at us, his posture threatening, he started to say..
something
I suspect he was warning us to stay put, but I’ll never know
His head exploded, showering me with gore.I stood there, eyes wide, shaking with shock
Blood, warm and sticky, ran down my forehead and into my left eye, oozed into my coat and mane.In the growing list of things I’d not seen before this night, the death of another pony ranked at the top
I blinked, feeling the blood on my eyelid
Cagey was dead! And I had Cagey all over me!!The urge to throw myself into the river was overwhelming
But I wouldn’t get to it like this
Pushed by something more than determination now, my horn once again glowed and I and began to unlock the rest of my manacles.I spared a glance towards the bridge, seeing Sawed-Off hunkering down beside one of the barricades as he magically pulled his shotgun open, stuffing in more ammo
Two shots, I realized
One at the sprite-bot, one just now
Two shots, and then reload
Closing the weapon, he levitated it up above the barricade and shot blindly into the violent milieu, spraying an already wounded raider pony with scattershot
The pony staggered and fell.Unfortunately for Sawed-Off, the raider behind him had a different kind of shotgun, one that was faster and not limited to two shots, that fired slugs which tore great holes in the unicorn slaver’s body the moment he looked up to see the results of his effort.I turned away, cringing from the nightmare playing out before me
I focused on the locks.

I had freed myself and was beginning to free Monterey when two raider ponies trotted off the bridge towards us, stepping over the battle-mutilated corpses of Cracker, Sawed-Off and the raiders they had taken down with them
One of those approaching was the unicorn raider wielding the devastating combat shotgun
The other, an earth pony with a sledgehammer in its teeth
The unicorn was laughing
Not the mean laugh of Cracker, but a crazed laugh that sent chills down the back of my neck.“Looks like we got ourselves some prizes!”The earth pony chortled behind the sledgehammer as the unicorn looked us over appraisingly
The two were somehow even filthier than the slavers
The unicorn bore jagged scars across her face and flanks, one of them tearing through her cutie mark, several freshly bleeding
The earth pony was hairless and painfully burned over much of her left side
Both wore barding that looked ragged and cobbled together.“help us?” I suggested weakly.“Oh, I’ll help myself to you, all right!” The unicorn reared up and gave me a kick, her hoof striking hard into my side
Pain exploded and I dropped, gasping
Rearing up again, she brought her full weight down on me
I howled.Near me, Monterey let out a wet grunt of pain as the earth pony gave him a taste of her sledgehammer
Leaving me in a crying huddle, the unicorn also turned her attention to the still-chained Monterey
In moments it became clear they intended to beat and bludgeon him until he was another lifeless corpse
And probably not stop then.“Hold his leg out
I’m gonna shoot his hooves off!” The unicorn raider floated the combat shotgun a foot from Monterey’s splayed left hindleg, the only one I had freed from its manacle.Ignoring the pain, I leapt up, closing the distance and spinning as I gave a fierce back-kick
My hooves connected with the shotgun, sending it flying
It clattered onto the bridge beyond
A moment later, I was levitating the shovel-spear at the two raider ponies who stood facing me with gleeful expressions
Two against one, and both of them were experienced fighters
The one with the sledgehammer stepped closer, as if eager to see if hammer beat knife.Monterey was on her in an instant, throwing his forelegs over her head, pulling the chain between them across her neck
The sledgehammer fell from her mouth as the raider pony choked.The unicorn turned, surprised by the sudden change in odds
I could have attacked her then, but threatening a pony is much different than actually attacking one
I wasn’t sure I had it in me to slash at another pony, to draw her blood
To maim, or possibly kill.

The unicorn kicked up the fallen sledgehammer and turned to face me with it, murder in her eyes
And suddenly, I found it easy to thrust the shovel-spear forward
I was no longer struggling with following through on a threat; this was survival
Self-preservation is instinctual; it clears away the moral hesitations
And while I did not have the fighting skills of my opponent, I did have an advantage all my own
S.A.T.S.Aided by the targeting spell of my PipBuck, I sent the spear slashing across her knees, hobbling her
A second slash, this time across her face, relieved her of her weapon
The third would be a killing blow......except I wasn’t ready to do that
Not yet
Instead, I swung the spear around, cracking her across the head with its handle, hard enough to splinter the wood
The unicorn raider fell at my feet, unconscious.I looked up
Monterey was standing, chest heaving, over the body of the earth pony raider, the life choked out of her
He was staring at me quietly
Then finally raised a forehoof, only for the chain to clank tight before he had it more than a few inches off the ground.“Oh!” Dropping the shovel-spear, I turned on the light of my PipBuck and searched about for my screwdriver
I had lost the bobby pin; there was no chance of finding it in the dirt at night
But I had more.Once we were both free, Monterey limped slowly over to the bridge
A moment later, he returned, his horn glowing a gentle beige
Sawed-Off’s shotgun followed him
Before I could react, he aimed it at the head of the unconscious unicorn raider and fired.Her blood began to seep across the ground towards my hooves
I watched in stunned silence as he turned and began prodding at the bodies, tugging items from them.Finally, I found my voice
“What are you doing?”He looked at me as if I was stupid
“Checking to see if they have anything valuable on them
With luck, food.” I nodded, watching him move to the bodies at this end of the bridge
Looting the bodies of the dead felt wrong; but a cold, rational part of me murmured that it was a qualm I would have to get over in order to survive
And imagine how embarrassed I'd be if I starved to death out here because I'd been too shy to check a dead pony's bag for a pouch of oats or a can of old applesauce? I moved a bit further down the bridge.I looked over the body of a dead raider pony, his face bloody and torn from Cracker’s ponyshoes
I started to go through the pockets of his barding, but my stomach rebelled, and I flung myself to the railing, heaving my lunch into the foul river below
A large break in the clouds brought a soft and silvery light to everything, and I could see my reflection in the water, still covered with Cagey’s drying blood.Then I saw Sawed-Off’s shotgun hovering in the air behind my head.“I’ll be taking what you have too,” Monterey Jack informed me with a bored drawl.“w-What?” I turned slowly to see him standing on the bridge, bathed in moonlight, his horn glowing a soft beige light
The shotgun floated between is, pointed at me.

“b-But I just saved you!”“Yeah
And for that, I’m not going to kill you.” His eyes narrowed
“Unless, of course, you do something stupid right now.”“But I just saved you!”“Aren’t you top of your class,” he said snidely.“We should work together! Travel together!”Monterey snorted
“And split our limited provisions? Go to sleep with one eye open each night, hoping to catch you when you try to stab me in the back
No thanks.”My righteous disbelief stopped short of denial
Suddenly, I was so very weary
Nodding, I lowered my head and let my two canteens slip free
I then backed up so he could approach them
I turned my head to start unclasping my saddle bags.I saw it on the bridge just beyond my tail.Turning back to Monterey, my own horn was glowing
And the combat shotgun whipped into the air
For a long moment, we stood there, two unicorn ponies on a bridge, surrounded by bodies, shotguns floating between us, aimed at each other
Moonlight shone down on us from the break in the clouds.Monterey Jack broke the silence, “You’re not going to use that
I saw you spare that raider
If you couldn’t kill a pony like that, you don’t have it in you to kill me.”I narrowed my eyes
“I’m a quick study.”He huffed, but didn’t move
“Do you even know how to use that thing?”I forced a smile across my face
“Do you know that you only have one shot left? And judging by the sprite-bot, that gun is in such poor repair I’ll survive being shot with it
Will you survive being shot with this as many times as I can move the trigger while you try to reload?”Monterey Jack took a step back
And with that falter, my smile was no longer forced
“And I’ll be taking my canteens back.”

Ponyville
I wondered just how my PipBuck knew the names of places before I did
It even named the wreckage of a building that I had just slipped into
Ponyville was raider territory
I just hoped this place, this “Carousel Boutique”, was not crawling with them.Monterey Jack and I had barely parted ways when the railing of the bridge exploded next to me
A sniper! The same pony, I presumed, who had turned Cagey’s head to applesauce
I fled into the town, keeping to what cover there was
Few of the buildings were intact enough to hide in
This was the closest.Fortunately, I was alone
I waited for nearly an hour, curled up in a shadow near the door; but the sniper pony seemed uninspired to follow me
No, she or he could just wait until I came out.Fatigue washed over me
I had stayed up all the night before, and this night’s events were a strain on both body and spirit
My muscles were weak and achy
My body hurt from the kicks I had taken
I felt emotionally played-out
I needed to sleep
Sleeping here was probably a horrible idea
If I woke up at all, it could be in the hooves of slavers, raiders or possibly worse
But going back outside, finding someplace better, it just wasn’t on the table
I was in no shape to test my wits against the sniper pony again.Carousel Boutique was quite similar in condition to the building up at Sweet Apple Acres, only the looting was more destructive
The walls had been painted with crude images of violence and cruder swear words
A pile of torn-up cloth rotted in a corner, smelling foul, like ponies had urinated on it repeatedly
There were two beds, one of which was stained deeply with blood (and probably more vile things)
The other was smaller, a foal’s bed, nothing but a mattress on a crushed frame
In my state, I felt it would do wonderfully.The Carousel Boutique offered two more treasures, a locked chest and another terminal, identical to the one at Sweet Apple Acres
This one too was still functional, again to my surprise
It was locked; slipping out my access tool, I went to work
These terminals were crafted by some of the same ponies who later made the PipBucks, and the encryptions and locks were similar enough that my tools allowed me to get partway through the security
What remained was a puzzle, finding the password within strands of code that my access tool laid bare
In my fried mental state, it was probably a small miracle that I was able to parse the code and find the password.Or possibly not
The password was “apple”.I laughed aloud, catching myself when I heard the volume of my own voice in the stillness of the decrepit boutique, as I realized that, beyond all realistic chance, this was the computer that the message had been sent to
With an unwarranted feeling of accomplishment, I downloaded it, and let my PipBuck do the rest.Age had damaged the recording, but there was enough audible for me to recognize that same female voice, kinda sweet and with an odd accent, that had many hours before revealed to me the code that lead me out of my old life and into this new and horrible one.“...special instructions for Stable Two..
...that’s muh family down there! Until the poison is gone from up here, that door doesn’t open for anypony!”The voice faded in and out of static.“...know you hate this, Sweetie Belle, but you’re an Overmare now
The Overmare of the most important Stable in all of Equestria
I need you to do this for me..
...to keep them safe..
...best friends forever, remember?...”The sound file died with a whimper
I had been right -- there was really no value in a two-century old message
I left the chest for the morning, curled up, and went to sleep.

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