FO:E - 4 ~ The First Night (part 3 - WIP)

Artist's Note: *This is part 3 of a 4 part picture I'm currently working on. This picture is finished, but it's part of a larger piece which is why I've dubbed it a WIP. The next picture will be the final finished product, thanks for your patience *
Additional Note: *This picture has opened my eyes to something I've forget to include in almost every picture so far... Littlepip's saddlebags and other supplies. Once this particular set of pictures is done, I will do my best to include them where I can.*


The fight is over! Little Pip and Monterey Jack are victorious, and it seems that - just for the moment - they're safe. Monterey begins searching the bodies of the dead Slavers and Raiders, looking for anything of value. He suggests Pip do the same, but the Stable pony doesn't have the stomach for it. She knows it's something she has to do, something she'll need to get used to, but picking over one of the corpses, Pip feels bile rise in his throat.
Being sick over the side of the bridge, Pip is unaware of Monterey Jack's movements until the shotgun is right behind her. Shocked, she turns on the pony she just saved... the pony who now intends to mug her...


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Once we were both free, Monterey limped slowly over to the bridge.  A moment later, he returned, his horn glowing a gentle beige.  Sawed-Off’s shotgun followed him.  Before I could react, he aimed it at the head of the unconscious unicorn raider and fired.  

Her blood began to seep across the ground towards my hooves.  I watched in stunned silence as he turned and began prodding at the bodies, tugging items from them. Finally, I found my voice.  “What are you doing?"

He looked at me as if I was stupid.  “Checking to see if they have anything valuable on them.  With luck, food.”  I nodded, watching him move to the bodies at this end of the bridge.  Looting the bodies of the dead felt wrong; but a cold, rational part of me murmured that it was a qualm I would have to get over in order to survive.  And imagine how embarrassed I'd be if I starved to death out here because I'd been too shy to check a dead pony's bag for a pouch of oats or a can of old applesauce?  I moved a bit further down the bridge.

I looked over the body of a dead raider pony, his face bloody and torn from Cracker’s ponyshoes.  I started to go through the pockets of his barding, but my stomach rebelled, and I flung myself to the railing, heaving my lunch into the foul river below.  A large break in the clouds brought a soft and silvery light to everything, and I could see my reflection in the water, still covered with Cagey’s drying blood.  

Then I saw Sawed-Off’s shotgun hovering in the air behind my head.

“I’ll be taking what you have too,” Monterey Jack informed me with a bored drawl.

“w-What?”  I turned slowly to see him standing on the bridge, bathed in moonlight, his horn glowing a soft beige light.  The shotgun floated between us, pointed at me.  

“b-But I just saved you!”

“Yeah.  And for that, I’m not going to kill you.”  His eyes narrowed.  “Unless, of course, you do something stupid right now.”

“But I just saved you!”  

“Aren’t you top of your class,” he said snidely.

“We should work together!  Travel together!” Monterey snorted.  “And split our limited provisions?  Go to sleep with one eye open each night, hoping to catch you when you try to stab me in the back.  No thanks.”

My righteous disbelief stopped short of denial.  Suddenly, I was so very weary.  Nodding, I lowered my head and let my two canteens slip free.  I then backed up so he could approach them.  I turned my head to start unclasping my saddle bags.  

I saw it on the bridge just beyond my tail.
Turning back to Monterey, my own horn was glowing.  And the combat shotgun whipped into the air.  For a long moment, we stood there, two unicorn ponies on a bridge, surrounded by bodies, shotguns floating between us, aimed at each other.  Moonlight shone down on us from the break in the clouds.

Monterey Jack broke the silence, “You’re not going to use that.  I saw you spare that raider.  If you couldn’t kill a pony like that, you don’t have it in you to kill me.”

I narrowed my eyes.  “I’m a quick study.”

He huffed, but didn’t move.  “Do you even know how to use that thing?”

I forced a smile across my face.  “Do you know that you only have one shot left?  And judging by the sprite-bot, that gun is in such poor repair I’ll survive being shot with it.  Will you survive being shot with this as many times as I can move the trigger while you try to reload?”
Monterey Jack took a step back.  And with that falter, my smile was no longer forced.  “And I’ll be taking my canteens back.”

- (Extract from Chapter 2 of Fallout: Equestria by Kkat.)


Dedicated to Kkat for creating Fallout Equestria Thank you for the amazing story that inspired this series!

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