Fallout: Equestria
Valiant Hearts

Chapter 1: A Spark Of Hate
“All it takes is one pony to stand up, and the herd shall follow…”

BANG!

I bang my head on the bottom of the top bunk as my PipBuck rang its alarm to wake me up, just not used to these fiddly things yet…it’s 7:30 in the morning; I wake up to the thumping of hooves on the cold metal floor of the Stable, its another protest. All this started with one pony, Bright Firefly…or at least what she calls herself, she had her 20th “birthday” last month, now she thinks that we citizens have been knawing off the lower end of the stick, and that there’s some sort of luxury that we’re not getting. Apparently she hasn’t realized that we’re in these Stables for the purpose of surviving, not taking a vacation.

She even got her small army of goons to back her up in her claims, even after numerous complaints from residents about being disturbed due to their constant marching around the hallways, she continues to grasp at that unreachable ledge rather than climbing the ladder and realizing the truth. Oh well…something that we all just have to live with until she gets an epiphany or something.

I got out of bed and looked in the mirror, a bit of grime and dust but nothing out of the ordinary from the dark blue hair and my blue coat, so I grabbed my black glasses, my work uniform and put them on. I got my job last week or so, to be honest…not too happy with the results…I got stuck with working and guarding the water talisman that pumped the water from the lake to our West and turning it into clean, drinkable water. Definitely not the worst job ever, but its one on the bottom of the barrel along with PipBuck Technician, just because ponies don’t use their PipBucks a lot. And I have yet to figure out how to use mine.

I trot over to the Maintenance section as I tried to avoid being pulled into one of Bright’s hourly protest’s, they are hellish to say the least. I pushed open the door and grabbed the magazine from the table, I sat down in a chair and flipped through the magazine, nothing…absolute trash on all pages, great…now what do I do?

Hours passed by like a pony trying to pull a train, very slow. I slowly drifted off to sleep when entering the 2nd hour of my 3-hour shift. I started to slip into the barrier of reality and dreamland, I could tell as I could hear the wall clock tick away while I walked through a field of wheat. Wait…is that? Fire? And smoke? What the hell is going on?