Fallout: Equestria - The Last Wanderer

Chapter Sixteen: Enemies

Fallout Equestria: The Last Wanderer

Chapter Sixteen: Enemies

My own personal hell.

I was on a guilt trip and I was hoping for Crystal's survival. Overhearing the doctor's who had brought her in really made me feel slightly more worried about the current situation. While the doctors seemed more honest, Ocean seemed more reassuring about a situation. But either way didn't really help at all. And to top it all off, my search for Cyclone... but each hour we spent here, no doubt she was getting further away and if she was stationary, no doubt she would be in some trouble.

I began to ponder... was I saving too many ponies? All I was doing was keeping them from their destiny, just to let them live a little while longer. Crystal was my friend, and I wouldn't let anything happen to her like that. But the ponies who I barely knew. Of course, death comes to us all on a certain day and time, but I felt like I was getting too much attention from doing something that ponies are able to do each and every day.

I didn't want ponies to get hurt, but I always ponder if saving them is really was worth it. They never thanked me or anything, but I am glad the radio buck notices me at least and actually thinks I do well. The only ponies, who would even get close to thanking me, are the ones who want to kill me or enslave me. But instead they want to harm me of course.

I had made many enemies out here, and even friends which I was lucky to have. But ever since I came out here, I just felt like turning back and going home, despite it being too late to even get back inside Stable 30. The enemies I did make tended to be those who had power in their hooves -- those who could run entire colonies and destroy anypony who opposed them. They weren't the best type of ponies to mess with, but I had more than enough reasons to hate their guts and they had enough reasons to hate mine.

Waking up the middle of the night, the room was yet again pitch black. However, it only took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust properly and when they did, I could see in the dark slightly. Climbing out of the bed, and feeling my body detach from the hard surface of the old mattress, I groaned slightly from the amount of relief I felt.

Crystal was looking slightly better. Her wounds were healing quickly and she sounded more alive than she did the day before. Now I could hear her breaths properly and she seemed to be moving around a lot more in her sleep than she did before. The mare hugged the pillow she was resting her head on, trying to make herself comfy in the stained and torn mattress below her.

I smiled, knowing she was going to be okay.

Something did catch my eye in the far corner of the room. Behind the other row of beds on the other side of the room was a bright glow beneath one of the beds and as soon as I did catch sight of it, I began to walk over to it, trying to make as little noise as possible. My hoofsteps did echo, but only faintly, it wasn't loud enough to wake Crystal or to alert Ocean.

I took each step slowly, hoof after hoof, I made sure that I wouldn't move too fast. Walking down one of the gaps between the beds, I noticed the glow now brightly shining onto the hoof that my PipBuck was on, showing the scratched metal that made the actual device and brightly reflecting off of the green screen on the face of it.

I went down onto my stomach, gently rolling out what seemed to be a memory orb. It was covered in dust and seemed a lot older than most. I blew the dust from it and began to wipe any remainders of large dust balls, or fragments that were left upon the small glass ball within my hooves.

There was no label on it, and the surface of the orb was slightly scarred as if the pony who did it was in a hurry or if they through it to the ground to try and hide it somehow. I glanced around the room to make sure no pony was coming, before lying back down onto my stomach and then accessing the memory.