king ready!Something to read while you wait for the next chapter... · 2:40am Aug 25th, 2020
I've had some bad writers block for a while now. Even with COVID cutting my working hours in half and fewer distractions to deal with, it's been a pain in the butt to get my creativity out onto the pages.
So I took a quick break and took part in the most recent Fallout Equestria ABCs project with the letter "C." If you're looking for something new to read while I kick my butt back into gear, I'd recommend you give it a look. There's only two chapters as of this blog (one of which is mine) but more are surely to follow!
As well, here's a quick peek at the next chapter of Fallout Equestria: Sweet Child of Mine: Never Surrender
“Fuck!” The curse exploded out of my lips.
Thoughts of ghouls and raiders were swept to the back of my mind as I dropped down and pressed a wing to Rock Runner’s jaw. She didn’t have any discernible pulse.
“Skies!?” The cry came from the lights of Oasis Springs.
“She collapsed!” I screamed back, rolling Rock Runner onto her back and starting compressions. The sharp smell of urine mingled with the stench of her wounds, ‘One! Two! Three…’ I counted up in my head, driving my forehooves into her chest. An image of High Brass flashed across my vision, “No!” I growled the memory away, moving to rescue breaths. Then compressions. Then rescue breaths. Compressions. Rescue breaths. Compressions...
“Skies! Skies!” My headlamp beamed across Leather Strap’s tired but stern face, her pupils constricting in the white light. How long had I been giving CPR?
Armed ponies were around me with flashlights searing across the darkness, two others bore a stretcher. I continued giving CPR as Strap’s magic checked over Rock Runner, expression grim.
“We can’t be out here!” Somepony growled, “Need to get back inside.”
“Damnit,” Strap snarled, digging through her pack and procuring a strange device. There was a ring that went over her horn, two wires ending in electrodes coming off of it. She pressed the electrodes onto Rock Runner’s chest as I counted compressions, “Hooves off, stand clear!”
Her horn flashed, Rock Runner’s body jolting.
“Check for pulse!”
“We need to move, ladies!” I heard, checking Rock Runner’s mandibular artery with a wing. I turned my eyes to Strap, shaking my head.
I gave seven compressions before Strap’s horn lit up again.
“Hooves off, stand clear!” I took my hooves away, watching as Strap squinted in concentration.
Rock Runner’s body jolted.
“Pulse!?”
I shook my head and started compressions.
“If there’s something out here--”
“You want these wires up your dick-hole!? Shut up!” Strap spat back, “Hooves off, stand clear!”
Rock Runner jolted upright. Her scream of pain pierced the night air, bandaged face turning this way and that as she gasped down breaths.
Understandable and Looks Good to me