• Published 16th Feb 2014
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Fallout: Equestrian Wastes - Dovakiin



The Mane 6 are greeted by A Nuclear war, which they have to survive in. will they live?

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Chapter 3: An Old Enemy

Spike and Twighlit had been walking around PonyVille for at least 5 minutes when they came across a house, mostly intact and borded up. They stood, wondering who or what has taken refuge in the house. Twilight went up to the door with Spike keeping guard and inspected it. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was locked by a double bolted lock, and was borded up with 2X4 planks, probably oak or Mahogany. They snuck around the back and, to their surprise, the gate was open. They opened the gate, barely making a peep, and crept through the small garden. It had a slide and swingset, which were worn, rusty and bent in various ways.
while looking around, Spike spotted that the door had no lock. Lucky son of a.... anywho.... Twilight inspected the scene if it was clear, and it was. So they entered the home, still very quietly. They wouldn't dare split up, just in case they run into someone or something hostile. Twilight peered through a small hole, amout the same size as her head, in the kitchen wall to see if the coast was clear. She almost gasped at what she saw, but quickly shove a hoof in her mouth. She saw a bluish pony, slumped on a chair in the kitchen.

It was Trixie.

"Spike... do you see this?" Twilight whispered quietly.
"Yeah, I do... what should we do?"
"I say we... well... actually is she sleeping?"
They both inspected her. She was slumped slightly sideways and was snoring.

"Yep. She's sleeping. What should we do then?" Spike muttered, trying not to wake the 'Great and Powerful One'.
"Kill her...." As soon as those words came from her mouth, Spike gasped. But was quickly interuppted by Twilight's hoof being shoved into his mouth.
as soon as she removed the hoof, he said. "Why!? Why should we kill her?!"Spike shout - whispered.
"Look. She caused me alot of pain. She is a no good brat. She is...uhhg. I cant even explain it. She must go. Forever."
"*sigh* well. Ok then. But make it quick, please?"
"I will Spike. " she replied
Twilight grabbed a shard of glass nearby and carefully approached the sleeping beauty. She could indead see that it was Trixie. She had a weird metal thing on the table, that looked rather sharp (Kitchen Knife) and a bag of human food (Crisps). Twilight looked at the knife for a moment and picked it up and put the shard of glass down on the table. She raised the knife just above her neck.
"Bye Bye Trixie!" She shouted, awakening her. She had no time to react when Twilight plunged the knife into her neck. The blood came squirting out as Trixie struggled, tears flowing. Twilight held on strong as she plunged the knife in yet again.
"*gasp* please *gasp* no*gasp*" she managed to say weakly before falling to the ground in a pool of her own blood. Dead.

Twilight was covered in blood. Head to hoof. She stood on hind legs, panting heavily and knife in hoof, which was now a crimson red.
Spike was literally sick, yet again, on the floor next to him.
"We need to get a move mon Twi. " Spike said.
"Yeah. Ok. Right. Lets go, then."

the two new survivors wondered from the house back into the Equestrian Wastes. Headed to their next location.

And just as I said before...
Friendship. Friendship Never Changes....