fallout of equestria (foe) the dead outside

A long-legged, dark blue stallion, loaded with bags of goods for sale, hoof-to-hoof following me for several hours, on the way from New Applusa to Mainhetten, lagged behind, and I noticed it only after 5 minutes. - Double Dead! Come here! But there was no response. And Double Dead too… Despite my fatigue and heavy bags, I turned around and walked back to the stallion, who for some reason was sitting in the bushes. He left me alone with these bags, and he's sitting in the bushes! But then I was struck by the thought that maybe he is in danger, and he really needs help, because he is defenseless, and even with a lot of valuable cargo! I immediately threw my bags into the bushes and ran to him. If Double Dead is in trouble, then I didn't need any bags with valuables and no lids anymore. Although I was very out of breath, but I reached the stallion in just two minutes. And what was my surprise when I saw Double Dead alive and unharmed, talking to some little mare! Not only that, this creature, made me so worried, and even talks to some chick! I stood next to them for a while, but they DIDN'T NOTICE me! So that I had to remind myself of myself. - Cough, Cough… I see you're having a lot of fun here… The lovebirds immediately paid attention to me, and I looked into the eyes of the yellow unicorn. Naive children's eyes, turquoise in color, did not at all give the impression that their owner was a mare leading stallions away from their families. After all, she was a very young pony who had recently received a cutie mark. This fact, somehow, did not confuse me at all, at the first examination of a stranger. - Munshut! Where have you gone! I met this young pony not far from here. She's from Stall 56." Double Dead said with guilt in his voice. Apparently he noticed my displeased face - I just wanted to help… - Eh, okay… what to take from you. - I decided not to be indignant, having already understood what was what, he just wanted to help, and the yellow stranger is still a teenager. Moreover, good ponies are not found on every corner in the Wasteland. - Okay, yolk, come with us, extra backs will never hurt. - Really, really? The yellow filly asked with a twinkle in her eyes. - No, it's not true! - I said in a clearly joking tone, but it seems our new companion took my words seriously. The joyful expression on her face was replaced by sadness and without saying a word, she began to leave - Celestia have mercy!! It was a joke! Of course we'll take you! What are you doing?! To say that the filly has blossomed is to say nothing. Soon we were on our way again. I should have taken my bags before someone else took them. And you need to get to the Tenponi Tower no later than the evening in order to have time to sell all the goods by the end of the week. By noon, we had walked most of the way and all tired (all except Double Dead - he almost never tired, which was typical of Earth ponies), decided to make a halt and get to know our new companion better. During the journey, I noticed how she “stares” at me, but this is not surprising, because my whole skin literally rotted right on top of me! Radiation didn't spare me at all and turned me into a ghoul, but if you don't take into account how I look now, there are more pluses than minuses in this, although there are plenty of minuses. Firstly, many are afraid of ghouls, and secondly, I smell very bad - after all, in fact, I am imprisoned inside my own rotting corpse. Thank the moon that I don't smell it myself, but here are the others… Still, I don't walk alone on the wasteland, but at least there is a Double Dead next to me all the time, but as he says himself, “I'm already used to it and it doesn't bother me at all,” I want to believe it. Something I've already started lecturing you... maybe write a book “all the pros and cons of living inside your own corpse”? I have a talent for writing… But for some reason, two pairs of ballet pointe shoes were depicted on my cutie mark. Oh, Celestia! Why, it's the best talent in the whole Wasteland! He will be so useful to me in life! Is it life at all? I'm dead! It's not going to be useful to me anyway, and especially now. My name is Munshut, I have no idea how it works, but many ponies have cutie marks associated with their names. Moon is the moon, right? If I had the moon on my ass, then I would become the second princess Moon, and also my name is consonant with the word “sesame”, yes, I think that if sesame was on my rump, then there would be more sense! And what kind of a strange name is "Munshut"? The first thing ponies say when I call my name is “How, how? sesame seeds?”I swear if you start paying me caps every time the ponies think my name is “sesame” I'm going to get rich and get off this damn planet! - Moon, how do you like this place? Let's stop here! - the voice of Double Dead brought me back to reality, which was not as pleasant as my thoughts. I asked, because I was thinking and didn't understand what he said. - I asked you how you like this place, and I also suggest organizing a break here - the blue stallion repeated. - Ah, not a bad idea - I was already impatient to take off these bags because the skin under them itched very much, and my legs ached, or maybe it was just self-deception of an excuse, what can I hide - I also wanted to get acquainted with the “Yolk”. I sat down on the grass next to the black-maned pony, who in turn tried to stay close to the Double Dead. I can't say that it didn't hurt me at all, but I understood her, if I were in her place, I would also try to stay away from such a scary pony that looks exactly like those zombie ponies from old books. The filly sat silently and looked at me, so I had to start the conversation myself. - By the way, yolk, what is your name, well, since we are now companions, - I began rather hesitantly trying not to scare the foal - Of course! It's not a secret at all - my name is Biscuit Star, you can just Biscuit, and what's your name? - she no longer seemed scared to me, her voice on the contrary was very cheerful, good-natured and joyful, oh-oh-oh, this baby does not yet know what awaits her in the harsh world of the Wasteland… - I'm a Munshut, I say right away - NOT SESAME! And this is my husband - Double Dead. We live in a Wasteland and sell various junk. - I-a-asno - with a surprised understanding in her voice, she held out a Biscuit. - And I lived in stall number 56, so last week I got a cutie mark and had to go to work, judging by my label, I would have worked as some kind of farmer, for some reason I have some kind of leaflet there. But, we had a lot of ponies in the stall, so I didn't get a job - she said sadly - And yesterday I got a headache, I left school, they allowed me to walk around the stall to unwind, but we started a fire and since everyone was working, they couldn't get out. Fire fighting crap - I do not know what it is, it worked, but it did not help. And then the door was depressurized, but as I said, only I survived, because everyone was working. She said it with such sadness, but as soon as she finished, she turned back into an eternally cheerful and happy little Biscuit. Having delivered her speech, she got up and walked away noticing a flower, I would not say that flowers grow at every step, but one day this frivolity will ruin her, but this time she just saved her. After all, after a few seconds, a bullet flew right in the place where she was sitting and crashed into a rock, then bullets flew from all sides - the shooter was clearly not particularly accurate. Despite this fact, it was not safe to stay here, especially since one of these bullets whistled right next to my ear, miraculously not hitting it! We were too easy prey, all tired, with heavy bags, some of them were stuffed to the brim with explosives - one shot into such a bag and we would all fly up into the air! And suddenly I caught sight of a shooter - a colt without a mark, not confidently holding a revolver in his teeth, and his dad was standing next to him and happily watching his son's antics - it clearly brought him pleasure. A red-colored stallion with a white mane - an earth pony was dressed in raider armor and it was clear from him that he was proud of his son and considered it just entertainment. This is the first time I have encountered such a perversion, even though I have been on the Wasteland for a very long time, namely, more than 50 years. We hurried to get out as quickly as possible, but as I understood the young unicorn, shooting at her did not bother at all. She walked slowly, strolling, dancing a little, so she most likely walked in her own bedbug (I apologize to all former residents of the stall or maybe even the current ones, but that's the way it is - you live in a bedbug), but now it was not the best solution. Why are there no weather forecast functions in PipBucks of such "smart" mares, for example? - "Attention, a hail of bullets will take place today, do not suffer from bullshit, you can get a bullet in the head." I just met Biscuit, and I'm already watching a bullet fly into her. If I had been nearby, I would have covered her with myself, but since I was standing very far away, it was in my power to just close my eyes with my hooves so as not to see what was about to happen, but I didn't do that either, honestly I don't know why, probably I was still interested in what it will end up like any other pony in my place. But this young mare was DAMN LUCKY! And at the most opportune moment when the bullet was supposed to hit the target, Biscuit lowered her head to pick up the stone! By the way, a little more about talents, the talent of this pony was clearly her obscenely great luck! I think that if some angry and anxious, superstitious zebra finds out about her talent (which is most of them) she would have killed her in order to perform some kind of bloody ritual. I heard about such horror when zebras cut out pieces of skin with a cutie mark from ponies and sewed them on themselves, and I also heard that they somehow ground the cutie marks, and sometimes even the ponies themselves, and then brewed potions from them, and all this in order to get their talents! I don't think it's worth saying that it doesn't work that way. Although I have never seen zebras with pony tags sewn to their skins or zebras drinking potion from ponies, I have heard foals talking about it in the camp where I used to live. In general, Biscuit was very lucky, and I do not hide that I envy her a little, she had two talents - fucking luck and the ability to be in high spirits, no matter what "the end of the world" happened. Or maybe the second talent was luck? Not really! Her cutie mark was a smiling clover! I do not know how she managed to grab such a valuable gift, but I think it was not difficult for her to do it. You probably wondered how I got my talent? Honestly, I have no idea myself. In general, this happened during the "spring sun" holiday (by the way, this was my last holiday in the camp) since our settlement honored the traditions of our ancestors too much, we celebrated LITERALLY every pre-war holiday, from the celebration of the day of the Sun to the birthday of Celestia! So, during the celebration of the "spring sun" day, the foals had fun and I was among them. At that moment I had a cutie mark. And the joke is that I don't know how to dance, and ballet pointe shoes on my rump are pure lies. I've never danced a single ballet dance! Although who knows? Maybe I just didn't reveal my talent? However, it doesn't matter anymore… This was the main problem of peaceful settlements - foals get talents that are good for peaceful times, such as drawing, baking or dancing, and after they get into a cruel Wasteland where everyone will frankly give a shit about how well you draw triangles, or are they squares at all, they have to to live all their lives with a talent that will not be useful to them, and sometimes they will never be able to use it at all. But the Double Dead with talent is quite lucky. His talent lies in the transportation of goods and two elegant suitcases flaunt on his rump. This talent comes in handy to him on a daily basis, just like now, when we loaded with bags already seem to have disappeared from the eyes of the "novice sniper". It was already pointless to worry about my mark. After all, she was what she was and will remain so. Even though "some thoughts" came to my mind when I saw ponies with cutie marks just screaming "look what an excellent shooter I am!", "I know how to heal wounds, and what have you achieved?", "and by the way, I can read minds and yes, I know that you're staring at my ass right now and you think that my cutie can talk, so you're down, of course.” And I do not know if this is bad, but I calm myself a little with the fact that somewhere on the Wasteland there are or there were born bakers of pumpkin pies and hoofball players, but my best friend from the camp drew triangles perfectly and in my opinion her name was Cotten Blood, but it was so long ago that I could be wrong. I remember how happy she was to receive her cue card, and how she died then in front of my eyes. I could have been there with her if I hadn't fallen into that fucking lake! Although now I'm here, and I don't know how long it will last, okay, we'll have what we have. I didn't notice how we approached Mainhattenu, but it was already a hoof to the Tenponi Tower, by sunset we had met, but there was one problem - how to hold a Biscuit Star? It wasn't that she was some kind of criminal who couldn't be let in, it was just that she wasn't expected there. And no, of course we weren't going to do anything illegal, we were just planning how we would persuade the guards to let her in. After a long 10 minutes, we finally got to the Tenponi Tower, instead of a plan, there was only emptiness in our heads and we had already come to terms with the idea that either we would have to improvise, or, more likely, we would have to leave the Biscuit outside and try to sell the goods as soon as possible or send it to someone, but the problem is that everyone we knew in Mainhatten lived in the Tenpony Tower. And so.. So we reach the guard and I see how he starts pointing his sawn-off shotgun right at my head. Everyone knows that ghouls are not particularly favored here, even reasonable ones. But I'm a completely different matter! Apparently the guard was new and he was not warned about my visit. Fortunately for me, there was a senior nearby - Cheese Sauce. We were well acquainted with him and what a relief it was to see him. No, I wasn't worried about my life at all, I lived only for the sake of Double Dead, and now Biscuit Star, and of course for those dozens of ponies that I can make happy with my pre-war books and toys for foals, yes, we sell a bunch of everything up to dynamite. - Peach Wind, your left! what are you doing? Didn't I tell you about her coming? I think I told you clearly that you would shoot at all ghouls EXCEPT HER! And then only if you asked them to leave, and they did not agree. The old pony croaked. - I'm sorry, Senior Cheese Sauce, I didn't recognize her. - mumbled, already obviously, Peach Wind - Stupid idiot! I showed you her photo! And now I will leave and you will let her go normally and so that this does not happen anymore! - a gray pony with a black mane retired to a security booth, leaving us with this, quote - “stupid idiot” in the end, he still let us through, the funny thing is that he knew us with Double Dead because, as Cheese Sauce already said, he showed our photos to a new security guard. But it's clear that there was no Biscuit on them, because we picked it up on the way. And this really thick-headed idiot said, “Oh, is that your daughter?”. Yes! Yes! Naturally, this is my daughter! Why does she look like a standard stall bug? hmm.... I'm not having tea in the shower! However, I did not deny it because my daughter was definitely supposed to be let in. Moreover, they will not be able to refute it. we had a specially allocated room in the tower, but it was only for 2 places. And there were already three of us. After all, the Tenponi Tower is a civilized place and I think they would have given us a bigger room or at least some kind of sofa, but when she approached the manager with a funny name, as it seems to me, Bibl Bake, she said that they were very busy now and could not do anything. I don't know if it was true or just a biased attitude towards ghouls, but the fact remained that we were refused service. So the three of us will have to sleep in the same bed. Despite the tightness, it was not surprising that it was the best place where I slept for these few weeks. Yes, and the biscuit, as I think, did not sleep for two days in a row, instantly fell asleep.