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// Inventory 
// Story: Rainbow's Lonesome Road 
// by Centurion Pike-Wall 
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Void awoke, feeling better rested them she had in months. She also felt extremely warm. It wasn't a bed, but better then the floor or a like of rocks like she was accustomed to. She didn't want to get out of the sleeping bag, but knew she had to. The crates were closed, and She may find some useful supplies. Armor, a weapon, a cloak, some food, money. Anything that can help her. So, with much reluctance, she crawled out of the bag.

She went over and began to study the crates. They were simple wood boxes, numbering at four total, with the lids sealed down with nails. They appeared to not have been opened in a while. On one side, she found a logo: The Beruska Caravan Company With a spoked wheel below it. It was burned into the wood, and Void guessed it was who the boxes belonged to.

Void began to wonder who lived in this cave. She at first didn't care, but now began to wonder. She doubted this was a camp of this Company. If it was, she probably would have found someone here. In addition, not all of them had the logo. A few were unlabeled, while one had stenciled on, Boss verko. So, she had to guess that this was a bandit camp. But, then, where were the bandits? Void shrugged it off; if they were just out, they would have left someone. Plus, she had been here for a while, so they should have been back. So, she figured she was pretty safe.

The crates, as stated, were held down by nails. She began to look for a way to get them open. Even if they were empty, then She could use them as firewood. She knew she couldn't use both her hooves, as the one was still broken. So, she went over to the lake out tools, hoping to find one to pry them open.

The cloth on which they rested was scratchy wool, that it push came to shove,could also fuel the fire. The tools, and weapons, were all laid out, and there were depressingly few. A hatchet, a spade, a few knives, a sort a Club-like instrument, a short sword, and a hand crossbow. The crossbow, due to his it was made with a grip and trigger, made it impossible for her to use. She had no idea what to do with the club, so that was also useless to her. The sword and the Knives would be use for her protection. The axe and shovel were just tools, but also had uses. In specific, the shovel she could use to fulcrum the lids.

This in mind, she shuffled over to one of the crates. She shoved the Blade of the Spade into the gap between the lid and the box proper. There was just enough room for it to fit, but that was all she needed. Using her non-broken forehoof, she pushed down on the handle. After a little effort, the lid flew off, and Void looked in on its contents.

Inside, were a bunch of rectangular cans. She lifted one out with her wing, and lay it on the floor. It was a simple tin can she had seen plenty of times, with a small purple wrap around it. She saw no label, but it did exude a smell. It was a little disgusting, but she couldn't place it. Wanting to find out, she went over to the knives to get one. She slid the narrow blade into the edge of the can, and sat down to open it. Laying on her back, she began to twist the can around with her free hoof. When that was done, she spat out the knife and set the can down. She picked back up the knife in her mouth, and pried the kid off. She immediately gagged. It was meat. Exactly what type she didn't know, or care. She shoved the can as far away from her, and put the lid back on it. She once more spat out the knife, picked up the shovel again, and repeated the same process with the next box.

This one was a lot longer then the rest, more a rectangle then a square. This was one of the BCC crates. While it took a while longer due to the length of the box, she did get it open, and grinned at the contents of this one. Rope! It was quite a bit of rope, too; around Fifty feet of it. It wasn't all that thick as well, meaning she could use it as a new binder for her splint. She pulled it out, and began to examine it. It was quite sturdy, her also not too thick. She could make use of it. 

Next, she came to the other BCC box. This one was square like the other three, but was a little bigger then the. Prying it open, she found a bunch of suits. Tuxedos, and fancy ones at that. Like, Canterlot level nice. She didn't know what exactly they were doing down here. She had never seen anyone, pony or other, wearing a suit down here. It, just seemed unnecessary. Oh well. Maybe she could sell them, or if not, fuel for the fire. Now, on to the last one.

This one was the one labeled Verko. When this one opened, Void was confused as to what it was. All the others she knew what they were, but not this one. It was a bunch of tightly packed objects, like the unmarked box, but these weren't boxes. They were packages, well, more like blocks. They were white, and bound by adhesive tape. It looked like the contents were some sort of powder. It looked kind of like flour, but she somehow doubted it. Flour simply wasn't stored like this; it just seemed to weird for flour. 

With all the crates opened, she moved to her plan if they were empty. She took on of the lids, and broke off a few pieces of the wood. She did the same for the rope, and then looked her original splint. It was definitely crude, and while not as good as a cast and rest in a hospital, the thick boards and rope would be better suited for the role of a splint. Cutting off her mud -covered hair from the splint, and when the sticks fell to the ground, she replaced them with the boards. Holding them in place with the wall and her free forehoof, she began to wrap it up. When she ran out of rope, she tucked it back into the boards, tightening it to keep it secure.

She knew most of this stuff had its uses, but she still had some issues. Most prominent, a lack of food. Looking back out, it was still raining cats and dogs, so scavenging was out of the question. She had no other protection from the rain except the Tuxs, but those didn't count. They would be soaked through, and made useless. So, she had no food, except.....

She looked back at the can.