fallout of equestria (foe) the dead outside

I was woken up by the rather pleasant voice of Bible Bake on the radio “and now there will be Aster Wings with his song (Minsk mares)“ - and then a beautiful low voice poured out of the speaker, maybe I would have thought that it was a stallion if it wasn't called “Aster Wings”, although it may well be the name of the stallion. listening to this beautiful song, I was lying on the bed and at one point Double Dead joined me. He apparently went somewhere while I was sleeping and when he came he noticed that I woke up and decided to join me. Noticing that the Biscuit was not around, I decided to ask where she was and as it turned out on the last day of our stay in the tower, she decided to have some fun with her new friends. I didn't want to separate them and even had thoughts that I should leave her here because here she has more chances for a successful future. Moreover, we have a room that also does not need to be paid for. But the food is also not free, unlike the Wasteland or the same stall. And the rest of the benefits of civilization also need to be bought for their lids, and where to get the lids for a foal? Although on the other hand, there are no benefits from the outside. But still, whatever we decide, I think the choice should remain for the Biscuit. I didn't want to leave her here, but I understood that if she chose to stay, we would have to part. Although it's better than leaving her to die in a ditch. - In general, we went to have breakfast, then walked around the tower for a while. In general, I joined the image of the "father" - I choked on saliva. I don't know if it was more unexpected or rather funny, I certainly didn't expect to hear this. And apparently seeing my surprise, he added - well... you're a mother now ... more precisely, we now have a daughter. - Oh, yes, I remember something like that. But I only said that to let her in! - by the way, I noticed how much Double Dad was a good family man and I think that the role of father suited him very well. Suddenly I felt the gentle touch of his nose on my cheek. - Since we have free time, why not take a walk? When will we be able to just go shopping and have a good rest with our schedule? Double Dead suggested. I liked this idea, because we had been scratching our hooves and backs for a long time, and a small massage session would not have prevented both of us. And what kind of pony doesn't want to just have nothing to think about and just walk around the shops, even the most repulsed raiders and slavers, I think, deep down, also dream about it. Actually, that's why I agreed, there were a lot of cool shops, spas and elite restaurants with delicious hay and apples in the tower. The masseur was just wonderful! I mean, he did an excellent massage, and what's to be honest, he also looked quite attractive, forgive me, Double Dead. Although we are both good - I saw him making eyes at his masseuse, but it was pointless to be indignant. In general, in these circumstances, you can do absolutely anything you want, because you know that truly close ponies will never turn away from you because they simply have no one else to go to. Ponies, and everyone else, take advantage of this impunity perfectly. They will stop following you only if you kill them or do some other unknown shit. Meanwhile, the heavy hooves of a lavender stallion were massaging my back. I don't think kneading rotten meat is the most enjoyable activity, but he was paid for it. And the massage was not particularly cheap (even though we had a 10 percent discount). This was the first time I had been to a procedure of this kind, and I really hoped that my back would not turn into a bloody mess. To be honest, I have never felt such lightness before, probably only when I was born. No bags, no dried blood, no pain in my back and legs no longer weighed on me, but I understood that it would not last long. To be honest, I was thinking of sending everything to hell and just getting some sleep since such an opportunity turned up so that the night road caused as few problems as possible, but it was worth it! Moreover, it was not the first time that we had to go on the road sleepy and tired at night, but we had such an opportunity to rest almost once in our lives, and where is the guarantee that we will wake up at all, let the chances of this increase here. But the Wasteland, as you know, does not forgive missed chances. We spent all our time in the tower selling goods and for us it turned into a routine, we somehow did not notice all the charms of this place at all, but somehow there was no time. But some ponies have been fighting for months, if not years, for the right to get here just to live a normal life, they are just tired of drowning in this ocean of blood and eternal enmity, and we were like that once… It is simply impossible for simple ponies to get here, why can't they loosen the guard? Is it so difficult to distinguish a respectable pony from a bloodthirsty, beaten-on-the-head raider? Of course, it was impossible to trust anyone but yourself 100%, although in some situations it was also not reliable to trust yourself, that's how they lived - loving, but at the same second they were ready to put a bullet in the back of each other's heads if anything. Everyone is certainly worthy of life, except probably raiders and zebras, but no one will stand on ceremony with you in an emergency. However, I was not worried about my life, and I never had thoughts of shooting any of my friends, I was 99 percent sure of their reliability. I tried to surround myself only with adequate ponies in my opinion. But still, it seemed to me that if the Tenponi Tower loosened the guard, it would be better. At one o'clock in the afternoon, Biscuit and I agreed to meet at the Sugar Cake restaurant, the blue stallion informed me when we left the spa salon. - I suggest heading in that direction, time is running out. The tower was really huge and it was about 4 minutes to go to the Sugar Cake restaurant. But it wasn't such a big distance for us. Soon we were sitting at one of the restaurant tables. It seems that our newly minted companion will not come soon. I was distracted by a conversation with Double Dead and did not notice how two young fillies approached us. They were obviously shy and spoke so softly that I heard their voices only for the third time! When I finally looked up, I saw two orange-colored earthlings in front of me, like me in my best years. They were embarrassed and spoke rather badly and somehow in a rustic way or something - Z-hello, is it true that you are going outside? - it seems that we were really famous among the locals. - Well, yes, why? - Double Dead answered for me - You know about Woof Town, right? one of the sisters, obviously, asked, - No, this is the first time I've heard - I got involved in the conversation, this time, me. - We do not want to send you to death, and we will understand if you refuse, but our sister and most of the family remained there. We don't know any more ponies to ask for it. Could you help them? You are welcome! - I didn't understand what they were talking about and where they wanted to send us. So I asked what place she was talking about - Woof Town or Dodge City, it has two names, we use the first one, it's more convenient. In general, during the war, some kind of zebra toxin fell on our govod, that is, on Dodge City, after which its inhabitants, that is, we began to mutate somehow imperceptibly, and this all led to family madness, we have been living like this for more than the first generation, actually we, due to our lack of enlightenment, thought that this was normal, and now that we got out, we realized that this was not the case. One day two young ponies came to us, they took away all those who were able to get in touch, but our whole family stayed there! Have you heard something about family madness? This is a very scary thing. I really want to save my family or at least our descendants. Only there is one problem - they communicate by barking like dogs, most do not know your language, and even if they do, you can't get something out of them. So it will be very difficult to communicate with them - If we go to them, then you should come with us - suddenly the voice of Biscuit was heard, which, as it turns out, had been standing nearby for 5 minutes and eavesdropping. And it was the truth! We couldn't have done it without these ponies, because we don't know anything at all about those ponies, not about the terrain, not about where to go at least! We argued with these ponies for a long time, but eventually we packed up and hit the road. Moreover, no one was waiting for us anywhere until next month. So we had almost 2 free months to do whatever we wanted and collect things for sale. We had to walk along the rails past the old Applusa to the end of the tracks. The day was in full swing and it was decided to go right today, we probably wouldn't have managed in a day and in order to reach the evening we had to at least go out much earlier, well, as a maximum, not to have a load behind us in the form of three ponies completely unsuited for long-distance travel, but I think we everyone had a good night's sleep, so we can continue the journey at night, but at worst we will organize a rest somewhere. It wasn't difficult for us to get together, because almost everything we had was things for sale, well, since we sold everything, we had to hope for a couple of hunting rifles, a few cans and a first aid kit, we didn't need more. Biscuit, in principle, had nothing with her except a torn stall jumpsuit, a school belt bag and a non-removable pipbuck. Well, except for that purple stone that some pony gave her at the bazaar, she took care of it like I don't even know what, how..... Yes, I really can't think of anything. And it was for this reason that I refused to take him with me. After all, a valuable thing can be an excellent reason for an attack or even murder, who knows? Finally, I managed to persuade her not to take this damn stone and I just had to wait for Oul and Iren Jubilee - that was the name of those twin ponies, I understood that the names, and perhaps even the surnames were not real, or at least adapted to the hearing and pronunciation of the pony, but this is not accurate. And about ten minutes later they appeared on the doorstep of our hotel room loaded with bags full of food and things for a gift to relatives. If it were possible to faint from illogicality, that's exactly what I would do now. Of course, I understand that they have good troubles with the head and I have no right to judge them for it, but as they themselves stated, they only have insomnia, and insomnia is not like mental retardation, but sometimes this happens to everyone. Double Dead and I tried to convey to them for a couple that we were not just going to visit them, but as they asked to take them from there, so everything they collected would have to be dragged back, and rather their relatives would also have their own things that someone would also have to carry. And they will certainly survive a few days without all these food supplies, since they have lived like this all their lives! But they apparently didn't understand anything at all from what was said and looked at us with eyes the size of sparkle caps. So I had to personally dump all of these fucking bags on the floor. Of course, I understand that Earth ponies are strong and all that, but even Levitating their heavy BAGS was given to me with great difficulty! Apples and bagged hay sandwiches rained down on me from them. All these apples and hay generously flavored with chemicals are the most perishable food (of course, if they are not sealed or kept in the refrigerator, then they will last longer. But damn, not in the eternal heat of the wasteland!) yes, I understood that young ponies who have lived all their lives in a peaceful settlement with, so to speak, not very adequate ponies simply may not know all these nuances, and even more so they cannot compare in enlightenment with a 50-year-old ghoul, but how can you not understand such simple things in my head anyway did not fit. As a result, only a couple of apples, a few bubbles of medicinal potions and a folding knife with a corkscrew, scissors and some kind of incomprehensible thing went on the road with us - maybe a sharpening or something like that. I arranged with Cheese Sauce to let us all out, and then let the twins and their family in. He agreed without thinking twice, in principle, I did not expect anything else - he was a good friend and I say so not because he helped us get into the Tenponi tower, but because even despite his tough character, which was peculiar to him by profession, he could well support and help in any trouble, but I think that you're not particularly interested. While we were in the tower, it was raining on the wasteland and judging by the paths that literally floated and turned into mud, it was raining plus or minus ALL WEEK! and how lucky we are that nothing is dripping from the sky right now! In order not to dirty our hooves, we walked straight along the rails and mentally we all thanked the Moon for the fact that the locomotives no longer drive, the road promised to be heavy and every half a kilometer we stopped to take a breath. We had to follow each other to fit on the sleepers. Double-Dead and I went first in the middle of the Biscuit Star, and the Jubilee sisters trailed behind. And these two mares somehow managed to quarrel! And Oul found nothing better than jumping off the sleepers right into the mud! And then come to us in this form! And of course no one let her back in, because then she would have to walk on slippery clay, and she flatly refused to be next to her sister. Therefore, the mare continued to knead the clay and a few meters later it was safe to say that she was up to her ears in shit! At one point, her hoof hit the hole and behind us there was an epic "chponk" and a splash of water from a puddle. We all turned around and saw Oul sticking out of the mud, and her cutie mark in the form of two raindrops glistened with water. She floundered helplessly with her hind hooves until it dawned on her that she had to raise her head. Of course, we could not resist and not squeeze, the mare herself was not laughing, Because she not only took a mud bath, but also kissed the corpse of some pony. What am I talking about? I'll tell you now. Tears began to come to her eyes, she stuttered some incomprehensible stuff something like “t-t-t-t-t-there” and pointed with her shaking hoof at a pile of dirt next to which she had just fallen. To say that we did not understand any of this is to say nothing! We stood there for about five minutes trying to figure out what she was trying to convey to us, and in the end she freaked out and started digging up dirt with her hoof. From what we saw, goosebumps went down our backs, and not only us, Oul was also amazed. As it turned out later, she thought that there would just be a corpse of a pony, but THERE WERE 3 MUTILATED PONY HEADS LYING THERE! And the worst thing is that two of them belonged to very young foals, and the third apparently was the head of their mother. I do not know what kind of beast you have to be to do this! These poor ponies had their eyes cut out, and a bloody star was on their forehead. Of course, we all wanted to know what happened here, but we probably will never know. We had to move on. and so, after burying our heads in the mud, we set off again. I really hoped that Iron and Owl would stop showing off because one of us might not be able to stand another discovery. But the heavens apparently were not on our side and after half an hour a radioactive rain began to fall. The drops of water were pleasantly cold, but at the same time they burned with radiation. It is clear that the Radiation on the contrary had a positive effect on me, but the rest of them certainly could not boast of it. And thank God that there were several abandoned houses nearby. And without thinking twice, we went to the doors, but they were locked, so we had to fall into the house through a broken window. The house was dry, calm and cozy. To my surprise, it was almost not looted, there was a torn, but very soft blanket on the sofa, and there was also a working terminal on the table. The walls were not painted with the terrible inscriptions that were found everywhere on the Wasteland. Instead, they were decorated with flowers and bright patterns, curtains remained on the windows, which, however, now performed a purely decorative role, and in their place came a blue tarpaulin that was closed with nails. The house itself was a spacious studio with a small amount of furniture - a sofa, a wardrobe and a table on which there was a terminal. Terminals of this model with a cassette video player and a color screen were quite rare and expensive. There was only one such terminal in the Camp, and as luck would have it, it was the mare from our class that I hated the most, I remember how my peers gathered at her house and watched cartoons, and no one invited me because ... probably few people know, but I never had parents and I was brought up my aunt's husband's mom is, in fact, a completely alien pony to me and it was impossible to hide it from the Camp residents, of course, Well, Cotten Blood and I were sitting at her house and playing snake. Biscuit Star distracted me from the sudden rush of memories. In a pale pink liquidation cloud, she held a blood-stained videotape. Looking out through the canvas curtain, I noticed that the rain was never going to end at all. So we could watch what was on that tape. And I'll tell you this: then we regretted what we saw. The video showed the family whose heads we found about half an hour ago. Two little foals of the earth pony rejoiced at the return of their father from a business trip, A Loving wife comes out of this very house - the same one whose head we also saw today. They were so happy to see each other! And everything is fine, but shooting from behind a bush made me a little uneasy. The father hugged his wife and children tightly, and after that they all fell unconscious on the scorched grass. The father of the family just calmly stepped aside as if nothing had happened. Then the shooting stopped and continued only in the yard The Mare was tied to the wall, and her sons opposite her to the neighbor's fence. The cameraman was no longer hiding, and this time standing directly in front of the Beige Mare. I will not describe in detail what we saw on that video, but I will say that first they cut out the Mare's eyes, and then turned her into a bloody eagle. (it's better for you not to know what it is, my children) then, after she had suffered, they cut off her head, untied one of the sons and forced him to carve a star on his mother's forehead, and when he refused, they carved this ill-fated star on his mother's forehead right in front of his nose, tied it to that very wall in front of his brother and did the same to him, and the latter cut out his eyes and a star on his forehead and left to die alone in the middle of the yard, and they left leaving it all to shoot on camera. And the most terrible thing is that it was all done to them by their own father, whom they were so happy about ten minutes ago. I thought I would like to know their history, but I regretted it, this is the moment when I would like to remain in the dark. I have seen a lot in my whole life, but this remains the most terrible and cruel! And plus, I felt guilty that I showed it to everyone. I couldn't understand how such a wonderful country, whose main value has always been friendship, turned into something so terrible!? Everyone panicked, and then apparently I didn't finish it. But it's also so logical if that creature (my tongue just doesn't turn to call him a pony) lives here, and we just invaded his house without permission (and I wouldn't want to come here with permission) then it will hardly be difficult for him to deal with us in the same way. Moreover, we are completely unfamiliar ponies to him, since he was able to do this with his own children and wife, THEN IT CERTAINLY WON'T BE DIFFICULT for HIM TO KILL US! I'm not a particularly shy pony at all, but now I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Without agreeing, we began to collect the bags scattered around the house, but it was too late…