Fallout Equestria Short Stories: Tomorrow

By: BlueBlitz15

A Unicorn Stallion looked up at the sky from his vantage point on top of the watchtower he was situated in.”*sighs* “It never improves. Well maybe someday those Enclave bastards will come down and help. Heh, that’ll be the day.” He shakes his head and looks back to his pipbuck and checks his ammunition stores. He sighs at his lack of ammunition but figures he’ll get some more if he survives the continued attack of the raiders trying to end him. He turns his display off and picks up his Anti-machine rifle and checks his magazine for how many bullets are in the mag, five rounds. “Better make them count.”, He says to himself. He loads the magazine in and perches it atop the covered railing and scans the prison yard to see if any raider is dumb enough to poke their head up. Sure enough a male earth pony raider happens to be looking out of his cover so the Stallion takes his rifle and lines up the shot. He takes a deep breath and pulls the trigger.

The bullet hits and splatters the former Raider’s head against the concrete floor. The sniper chambers another bullet and readies for the response the raiders will surely have. It takes the remaining raiders to figure out that their comrades head is now mush but when they realized it they were quick to act. They all drew their weapons and once again went from cover to cover hoping to get a better vantage point. The Stallion takes his rifle and lines up another shot, a raider with an assault rifle. He lines it up and fires, hitting the raider in the chest. He smirked when the raider dropped down and didn’t move again. Two down, ten more to go, He thought. When he looks again he sees a raider awfully close to his tower and grabs his 9mm submachine gun and uses SATS to find the raider. SATS finds the unicorn buck with ease and gives the Stallion a 40% chance of hitting his head and a 43% chance with his torso. The Stallion takes the chance with the 43% and fires three bursts at the buck. Two of the three hit home. Three shots ripped the raiders left foreleg apart and the next three landed somewhere in his torso. The raider slumps over in pain and the Stallion fires another burst to finish the raider off. The shots hit the buck in the head and he slumps down again, this time not getting back up.

The stallion smirks again and holsters his SMG, and returns to his Rifle. He scopes out the yard again and sees the remaining Raiders actually in a retreat. The raiders start to run away from the tower and head back through the hole in the fence they made. The Stallion smiles and fires his last shots at the fleeing raiders. All his shots hit true and three more raiders are added to the corpse count. After the last few raiders leave the Stallion takes a sigh of relief. “I made it,” he said,” I made it though.” The Stallion wipes his head with a hoof and sits down on his haunches to laugh at his survival. “I lived to fight another day. Hopefully tomorrow will be different.” The stallion picks up his rifle and slings it over his shoulder and grabs any other supplies he left lying around and walked down the stairs attached to the side of the tower. He goes around to the bodies and starts to loot them of their supplies and ammo. Satisfied with his haul, he turns to the opposite direction of where the raiders went and heads in that direction. “Tomorrow. Things will be different. ”, He says to himself, as he walks up the hill and towards wherever the road will take him.