//------------------------------// // Forward & Prologue // Story: Anywhere I Wander // by Red Glare //------------------------------// I’m pretty new to FiMFiction and this will be my first story. I saw a lot of these Fallout crossovers and being the Fallout fan I am I thought I’d give one a go. From what I could tell most stories took place in Equestria. I decided to take a different route and set the story in the American South West, like Fallout New Vegas, with a cast of a humanized mane six. Being my first story all suggestions are appreciated and will be considered. I hope you’ll have a fantastic time with the mane six and Logan Jastion in their new adventure! And I'm sorry that the Prologue is so short. Chapters will be longer. -TheAveragePony ---------------------- Prologue: It was a cold night in the New Mexican desert town of Agua Fria. In a ramshackle house, on the corner of the town, a fifteen year old boy lay in his bed…sleepless. He hated his house. Well, not the house as much as the location. As far as he was concerned, he was on the edge of the abyss. No lights in the distance, no noise for miles, nothing good could come from out there. Next to him lay a hunting rifle and some surplus ammo. It was the best he could afford. The room he was in was dark but that didn’t concern him at the moment. The boy stared out the window…watching. Waiting. It had been weeks since the last attack. The raiders would come, killing without discrimination. Men. Women. Children. Animals. Everything was prey to the raiders. Everything was prey…and food. In the last 200 or so years following the Great War, food was scarce in the desert, and when you were hungry enough, you ate anything you could get. Now in 2288, it was the same shit, different day. ‘How long has it been since dusk?’ Logan, our young friend, thought to himself. Logan was tired. He hadn’t slept in two days, because in Logan’s mind, the only safe time to sleep was either after an attack or on weekends during the day, when our new friend didn’t have to work in the general store. Lucky for him, tomorrow was Saturday. Logan, realizing that fact, cracked a smile while staying glued to the window. Finally, when the sun lifted its head over the horizon, our young friend’s smile grew tenfold. He loved the sunrise. It made him think of his mother. She was killed in an attack last month. Or was it two months ago. Logan couldn’t remember anymore. That and the fact of the matter was he didn’t want to remember. After his father, a courier, left for New Vegas when he was young, Logan’s mother was his only friend. With her gone, Logan Jastion was alone in this dangerous, godforsaken wasteland. Before her death though, Mrs. Jastion told our new friend a story, about how the sun was raised. Magic she summed it up to. And Logan believed her. He doesn’t believe anymore however. Now he’s older, wiser, and had killed another human being to survive and Logan would be the first to tell you that the last one changes ones perspective on life. With the sun usually comes new hope, but not today. For this Saturday morning, as our hero’s eyes grow heavy and sleep overtakes him, he spies figures in the distance. Shadows of ghosts that bring news of imminent death. Scouts. Raider scouts to be exact. ‘Shit. I need…to warn everyone’ *yawn* ‘Then…need…to know…abou…’ Unable to finish, Logan drifts off to sleep.