Let's Begin!

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Well, I found this old notebook, so I may as well use it... I guess I should start by writing what happened to me today. Gosh, where do I even start?  I woke up this morning, no memory, and some weapons. I do, however, remember something about the weapons, I just can't place my hoof on it... But that's for another time. I woke up this morning in what I can only describe as a wasteland. That was about an hour ago. I'm writing in an old, tattered notebook with a piece of charcoal. There's tons of it in the debris here. Did I mention that I was in the ruins of what must've been a town? I don't think I did. I haven't seen anything living so far. I'm in the most intact building I could find, I've pushed some old concrete and tattered furniture across the door in a makeshift barricade, I don't really know what to do now. Buck, I hear voices. Hold on.

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Okay. They passed. That means there are other ponies around. I'm going to need food and water soon, maybe they'll be friendly. I'm going to follow them.

(Feel free to continue on, if you post anything that is not part of the RP, please put it in parentheses like so.)

Okay. If you're reading this, you've probably figured out that I'm writing this, which means you've probably figured out that I lived through the day. Allow me to fill you in on what happened. So, after I left off, I checked my weapons, made sure to conceal my smaller knives the best I could and walked up behind the group of two ponies, a unicorn and an Earth pony.

"Hello? You two, over there?" I shouted. The two ponies spun around, the dark blue unicorn drawing a handgun, the Earth pony a long, jagged-toothed saw. On instinct, I immediately tensed up and began to bring my mouth lower to draw my sword. I stopped myself, however, to keep myself from appearing too much of a threat.

"Don't shoot." I said, in a flat tone.

"Drop your weapons and remove your vest." The green Earth pony said in a gruff voice. I complied, removing my sword from its hilt and dropping it onto the ground, doing to same for my bowie knife. Keeping their weapons trained on me, the two ponies watched me as I removed my vest, and with it my last remaining weapons. The Earth pony walked up to my equipment, grabbing it in his mouth and slinging it over his back.

"Decent kit." Said the Earth pony. "Come with us. Walk behind Break Down and in front of me. Don't try to escape or he'll shoot you." This gained a grunt of acknowledgement from the unicorn in question. "Care to be a raider, miss?" He asked me.

"Pinkamena." I replied. "And I'm not entirely sure."

"You'd better be, because it looks like you're stuck with us, that is, if the rest of our band doesn't decide to kill you instead," He added with a laugh.

Well that didn't sound good.

As we walked on, I struggled in my mind to think of a reply that would make sense and sound real. I finally thought of one. "I was traveling with my group of friends yesterday, and I got separated from them and have been wandering around ever since. I called out to you two to see if you had any food or water to spare. I have no idea where we are." I told them, lying but doing my best to make my story sound legitimate. It must have sounded reasonable, because neither of the ponies asked me again.

"So where are we?" I asked.

"This is our territory. Most ponies have the sense to avoid here. But in case that didn't answer your question, I think this town used to be called Ponyville." The unicorn who had been addressed as Break Down told me. We continued on in silence until we came to what appeared to be a town square. All the buildings were covered in obscene graffiti, as well as several blood stains in different places. We walked into a long, one-story building that appeared to be a bar. The green Earth pony, who had told me his name was Jag Edge, led me inside, leaving Break Down outside. I followed Jag Edge through the crowd of drunk, oddly-dressed and oddly-armed raiders. Jag led me a single black unicorn with an orange mane who was sitting by himself near the back of the bar.

"Sabertooth," He addressed the unicorn, "Found this filly out roaming in the rubble by herself." The unicorn remained silent, looking down for a moment, then jumped up, drawing two knives and slashing them towards me. I sidestepped, hitting one of the knives out of the unicorn's teleknises. I dove onto the floor, grabbing the hilt of the knife in my teeth and swinging around to face Sabertooth. I was about to lash out at him with my new weapon, when I was hit hard in the back of the head. My knees gave out, and I hit the grimy floor with a painful thud.

When I awoke a few minutes later, I was outside the bar, several ponies standing over me. Break Down tossed my gear down beside me. "Welcome to the Blood and Rust Raiders, kid." He said.

We walked for several minutes across the rubble and the hills, until we came across a lone tower sitting in a field. I immediately noticed four ponies outside of it, two walking around a distance away from it and two sitting near the entrance. The other four ponies in our party readied themselves to charge.

"What the heck are you doing?!" I asked them in an harsh whisper. "Are you just gonna run up there, screaming?!"

"Yeah. Why shouldn't we?" One of the ponies that had not been with us before replied.

"You might as well be wearing a white shirt that says 'Here I am, shoot me' the way you're going about this. I'm going to take out the two patrolling, once I do that, shoot the guards and then charge in." Before anyone could object, I trotted away quickly, still staying below the ridge of the hill we had been sitting on as to not be seen. I waited behind a large slab of crumbling concrete for the two ponies, who I had now identified as unicorns, to pass in front of me. After they had, I ran out from my cover, drawing my bowie knife.

I raised my hoof and hit one in the head, causing her to fall forward and stunning her. The other I grabbed with my hooves, and then dug my knife into their throat until they died. I walked up to the the other unicorn, a sky blue one with a dark purple mane, and held my knife to her throat.
I grabbed ahold of her shirt and dragged her to a nearby tree, stabbing my knife into her shirt, nailing it to the three and keeping her from escaping.

"Stay here." I said. She only whimpered in response. I trotted back to the rest of our party.

"I got one of them, and the other is stuck to a tree at the moment. She's alive." I told them.

"Fresh meat!" Said Jag Edge.

I put my hoof out to stop him. "No." I said. "She's my captive, I get to do what I want with her."

"Fine." He replied. "Let's just hurry up and finish this raid."

Break Down stared menacingly at the fearful stallion in front of him. "Take your crap and go." He said to the shaking pony. He shakily walked outside, only to be met by a sword-weilding me, who drove her blade through his chest, killing him quickly. I walked to the top of the tower and sheathed my now blood-covered sword. I looked around the room.

"Nice stuff. I could use a rifle." I said to the ponies in front of me, who didn't acknowledge me further than turning their ears behind them to hear me. After stripping the tower of anything valuable such as food, weapons, and ammunition, we prepared to head back to our camp. I headed to the tree at which out captive was held. She was staring mortified at the knife embedded in the tree trunk, which was covered in her friend's blood. I walked up to the mare, who did her best to cower away in fear while stuck to a tree trunk.

"Kid, I'm gonna let you go now, and you're not gonna run away, mkay?" I said to her. She nodded weakly. "But just in case that wasn't clear enough, if you do run away, B.D. here will snap your neck."

The pony felt an odd sensation around her neck, confirming the fact. I removed the knife from the trunk, then pulled the pony to her feet and shoved her in front of me. I pushed her along with a simple "Walk." and we were off.

"By the way guys, where am I gonna sleep tonight?" I asked the group.

"That's your problem" one of the newer ponies replied. We continued our walk in science while I thought of places to build a shelter to sleep in.

When we arrived at camp, I searched around until I found a small clearing of trees that I could board up, making a sort of oval barricade. It would have to do for now. I grabbed some rope from one of the supply cache's we had found in the tower, and tied up my captive to one of the trees whist I looked for debris to use in making the barricade. After about an hour, I had found what I deemed enough wooden planks to create a simple barricade, so I borrowed a hammer and some nails from a raider and went to start building. I talked to my captive while I worked.

"Listen, kid. This may come as a surprise to you, but I don't want to be here. However, I have nowhere else to go, so I'm stuck here for a while, just like you. If I'm ever going to go out and brave the rest of the wasteland, I need friends. So that's where you come in." I told her.

"So you killed all my friends, took all their stuff, and took me captive just so you could have a sidekick?!" She asked for the first time, in a fit of rage. She had a rather high voice.

"No. They-" I said, pointing towards the raider camp, "They did all that because they're raiders. I only saved you because I need someone I can trust in the wasteland, which may or may not be you. We'll find out eventually. Now, because I saved you, and because I said so, none of the other raiders will hurt you as long as you stay near me. Okay?" I told her.

"I hate you." She said back.

"Look at it this way, kiddo. Wouldn't you rather be alive, in the hooves of somepony you can trust, than dead in a pool of your own blood, rotting, without anyone else in the wasteland caring? Oh, and by the way, I think I'll call you kid from now on."

She didn't reply.

I awoke the next morning stiff and groggy from a bad night's sleep. Thankfully it didn't rain the last night, so I was still dry. I said hello to my captive/ally and went looking for something to eat. I would need to look for some stuff to make a roof and actual walls for my makeshift shelter. I walked towards the camp, looking for anyone I knew, as well as looking for something to eat. I saw Break Down walk out if some random house with a mare I didn't recognize. I walked up to them, yawned, and then sleepily asked, "Where did you put the supply caches? I'm hungry. And my shelter sucks."

He facehoofed. "You really didn't know this already?" He pointed to a small, fenced-in area near the center of the open area created by the circle of buildings. "That's the supply depot. That's where we keep stuff that no one has claimed as their own." He pointed to a three story building about a hundred yards away from the supply depot. "That is the armory. I'd suggest that you go grab yourself a gun." He said.

I yawned again. "Thanks." I said, before trotting away, heading toward the supply depot. After a bit of rummaging, I found a crate with several MREs as well as two empty canteens, and an old camping tent and camping mattresses. I decided to take the whole crate, as I could sleep on the camping mats, and cut up the tent and use it to make a rain-proof covering for the top of my shelter. I could fill up the canteens with the dirty water from a pump near the center of camp. But first I'd go finish my shelter, because I could hear thunder in the distance. I'd go get a gun later.

(Okay, this was written on an iPod so plead excuse the spelling and grammar errors in it, sorry about that.)

I arrived back at my shelter and began to work on tearing up the tent with my knife to hang it above my barricade. As I worked, my captive watched me. I finished after about an hour, and sat down to eat.

"So kid," I asked, through a mouthful of food, "You gonna ever tell me your name?" She remained silent for a moment, then spoke. "Silver Shine." She said.

"Weird name," I said. "But I guess it makes sense, you being all silvery-gray."

"Says somepony with the name 'Pinkamena'" She replied with a sneer.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go get a gun. Now, I'm not untying you, much less giving you a weapon, until I know I can trust you." I told her. I headed over to the armory, walking to the third floor, first looking for some armor. I found a slightly bulletproof urban camouflage jumpsuit, which I took. It would stop a bullet probably, but I'd still have a bad bruise where I got shot.

I walked down the rickety stairs to the second floor, looking at the small collection of weapons. Thankfully, since I was equipping myself with the clan's stolen gear, I didn't have to pay any bottle caps for the small-caliber light battle saddle I chose. The only problem was there was very little ammo for it. I would need to go scavenging soon, which I could do tomorrow, or just later that day.