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# Barren Kindness -Chapter 1-

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1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw9SA-TJLgM
3. >The rocky ground below your feet crunched with each step you took as you passed under the wreckage of a bypass.
4. >You poke your head into skeletal remains of cars, rooting around for anything to salvage.
5. >Spotting a truck nearby, you think that maybe there'd be some good salvage within.
6. >Climbing into the bed of the rotting machine, you rummage around in crates and boxes that look as if they'd been tossed around.
7. >Someone must have gotten here before you.
8. >Despite that, you manage to find something valuable.
9. >An old box of Dandy Boy apples.
10. >These were hard to come by.
11. >You haven't eaten in a few days, so when the smell reaches your nose as you open the box, you're already beginning to salivate in anticipation.
12. >Of course, your excitement is cut short at the quiet slopping sound behind you.
13. >You turn around.
14. >Great.
15. >Looks like she was still following you.
16. >The small... thing, looks at you with her blue eyes, her face slightly hidden behind her pink hair.
17. >Mane.
18. >Whatever.
19. >She eyed the box of apples you held in your hands.
20. "No. Oohh no. These are mine."
21. >She says nothing back to you, only staring longingly at the food you hold.
22. >You set the box down and wave your arms at the small, winged creature.
23. "Shoo! Go on, fly away. Get."
24. >Still no response, although when you say "fly" to her, she looks to one of her wings.
25. >It's slightly bent at an odd angle.
26. >Maybe it was broken?
27. >Why should you care? This thing wouldn't stop following you for two days now.
28. "Fine. Stand there. Won't stop me from eating these."
29. >You take one of the candied apple snacks and pop it into your mouth, savoring the taste.
30. >Sure, it was a tad musty, but anything was better than nothing around here.
31. >Swallowing down the snack, you pull out another and prepare to pop it onto your food-hole.
32. >And then it whimpers.
33. >You glance at the yellow, winged thing and see that she's looking desperately to you, her eyes pleading as you hold the apple snacks away from her.
34. "Oh come on, I haven't eaten either."
35. >*whimper*
36. >You sigh, and rub the space in between your eyes, and finally give in by tossing the box out of the truck and to the thing.
37. >Kind of looked like a little horse.
38. >You remember seeing a picture of one in a book you found.
39. >Said that small horses were called ponies.
40. >The details were fuzzy. You were in the middle of hiding from raiders at the time.
41. >The pony gasps in delight and rummages through the box with her snout, gobbling the candied apple treats quickly.
42. >Watching her made your stomach groan out in despair.
43. >Giving a grumble of defeat, you hop out of the truck and carry on past the bypass, the pony in tow not five feet behind you.
44. >It'd been like this ever since you came across her two days ago.
46. Two Days Prior
48. >The embers of the fire you made the previous night were still smoldering as you were aroused from your sleep.
49. >Your back was a bit stiff, but that's what you get for sleeping in an old baseball dugout.
50. >You stomp out the remains of your fire and sling your backpack onto your back, your cap fixed to the top of your head.
51. >One last ammo check.
52. >Four rounds for that small revolver you found.
53. >Hopefully you wouldn't have to use it.
54. >You start back on your treck South towards the Super Duper mart.
55. >A trader back in Rivet city had told you that the place was fairly abandoned, so you hoped that you could find some decent food, maybe even some medicine.
56. >The morning sun was rising quickly today, and you found yourself walking rather briskly.
57. >Today was feeling like a good one.
58. >As you continued onward, you pulled out a bottle of water you found in the dugout.
59. >You chug down two gulps, fighting back the urge to gag when it burns at your throat.
60. >The Super Duper mart better have purified water. This irradiated shit was going to end up killing you.
61. >Your attention get drawn away from the burn in your mouth to the figures ahead in the distance.
62. >Two men.
63. >Combat armor.
64. >One with a rifle, the other with something small in his hands.
65. >You run up and behind a large rock and try to get a closer look.
66. >It looked like they were chasing something around.
67. >"For fuck's sake, man, just grab the damn thing."
68. >"Fuck you, it's faster than I thought, alright? Stupid animal's got wings and shit..."
69. >"Well it ain't flying after you kicked it like that, so hurry the hell up and fuckin' grab it."
70. >You peer over the boulder and see that the one guy without a gun is holding a collar.
71. >A slave collar.
72. "..Paradise Falls..."
73. >You reach a hand to your neck, holding it softly as you eye the collar in the one slaver's hands.
74. >Whatever they were chasing around, it was certainly giving them a run for their money.
75. >"FUCK! Hold still you little shit!"
76. >Jesus, Jacobs, hurry it up."
77. >"Why don't you just shoot the damn thing and stop it from squirmin' around, eh?"
78. >"Yeah, because I definitely want to kill the goddamn thing we've been chasing for the past half hour. Good going you fucking idiot."
79. >You had heard something about wings.
80. >Were they chasing after a bird?
81. >"HA! Gotcha!"
82. >The one slaver, Jacobs was his name you think, hoists the thing they were chasing by the scruff of its neck.
83. >That... is not a bird.
84. >It was yellow, and pink, and it had wings.
85. >Was it a mutant? Some kind of dog gone wrong?
86. >No, no it was slightly bigger than a dog.
87. >And this Jacobs guy was holding it up like a trophy.
88. >"Okay, hold it still so I can putt the collar on it."
89. >"I don't have all day, man, just hurry up and do it."
90. >The yellow thing squirms around desperately as the other slaver clamps the collar to its neck.
91. >Well, it was done for, that's for sure.
92. >You get one of those things on you, you were good as dead.
93. >You try escaping from slavers that have already collared you, then they would press a button and BOOM, no more head.
94. >You're about to slink away when the yellow thing looks directly into your eyes.
95. >She mouths a few words: "Please help."
96. >Those eyes...
97. >They seemed so human.
98. >...
99. >Dammit.
100. >You take a few collective breaths as you pull out your revolver.
101. >You peer out from the rock, but now the slavers are looking in your direction.
102. >"What was it looking at? You heard it right?"
103. >"Yeah man, it talked. Said 'help me' or some shit."
104. >The slaver with the rifle loads it and cocks it, and begins walking towards your rock.
105. >The other follows suit, pulling the yellow dog-thing by it's pink hair, pained whimpers coming from it.
106. >"Shut that thing up, Jacobs."
107. >You can hear a dull thud.
108. >Jacobs must have kicked it again.
109. >You take the hammer of the revolver and cock it back, taking deep breaths as you try to make yourself as small as possible.
110. >Footsteps were getting closer.
111. >Closer.
112. >Closer.
113. >The yellow winged thing whimpers again.
114. >You hear the turn of boots against dirt.
115. >"Jacobs I thought I told you to shut that thing-"
116. >You rise to your feet, aiming the revolver right at the rifleman's temple.
117. >Jesus, he was only a foot away from you.
118. >Before he can react you pull the trigger, the kickback from the pistol shaking your shoulder.
119. >You don't miss, and the slaver falls dead to the ground, a gaping wound in his head.
120. >You aim to Jacobs, but he already has a pistol aimed at you and you stagger back as a bullet slams into your left shoulder.
121. >You fire, and catch Jacobs in the neck, blood spurting from his wound as he gags.
122. >You stand your ground, and take aim once more, both hands holding the revolver.
123. >Taking a final shot to his chest, Jacobs falls to the dusty earth below.
124. >The yellow thing is shivering like mad, her head in between her hooves.
125. >Her fur is spattered with slaver blood.
126. >The adrenaline that rushes through you dulls the aching pain in your shoulder, but you collapse and moan out in pain nonetheless.
127. >All that because that thing looked at you funny.
128. >You hope it's worth it.
130. Hours Later
132. >You pull drawer after drawer out from the kitchen cabinets you were rifling through.
133. >You clutch at your shoulder, the pain increasing with each second that damn bullet stayed lodged in there.
134. "Knife... knife, knife, c'mon where's a fucking knife..."
135. >You rummage through drawer after drawer, the kitchen of this abandoned house seeming the likeliest of places to find a simple cooking utensil.
136. >Then you finally find it.
137. >A dull, slightly rusty kitchen knife.
138. >God this was going to hurt.
139. >You sit down in the kitchen, the knife in your hand, and place the tip of it at the bullet wound.
140. >The stinging is already god damn horrible.
141. >Taking deep breaths, you dig the knife into the wounds and try to wedge it underneath the bullet.
142. >God it feels like your shoulder is on fire.
143. >You let out a cry of pain as you try to carry on, but eventually you cast the knife down to the ground in frustration.
144. >Beads of sweat dot your forehead, and your breathing is ragged from the pain.
145. >You look across from you, and see that the yellow things is still with you ever since you killed those slavers.
146. >She's looking at your wound, then back up to you.
147. "...what?"
148. >She timidly makes her way up to you, and pokes her snout towards your shoulder.
149. >You flinch back from it.
150. >She adopts a stern but calm look up to you, and you assume she doesn't mean harm.
151. >You calm down, and allow her to do whatever she's about to do.
152. >She reaches out to your wound, and you can feel her teeth lightly and delicately grasp the edge of the bullet.
153. >With one swift motion, she pulls out the speck of lead, and you gasp out in pain.
154. >The yellow thing hold the bullet in her mouth and smiles at you, dropping it to the floor next to her.
155. "...thanks. Thanks for that."
156. >She smiles again at you.
157. "Can... can you understand me?"
158. >She nods timidly, her previous shyness returning.
159. >You pull out a bandana from your pack and wrap it around your wound tightly.
160. "So *ach* can you talk?"
161. >She hides her face from you, and nods again.
162. "...WILL you talk?"
163. >No nod this time, just more hiding behind her hair.
164. >You breath out a sigh and wipe the sweat from your forehead.
165. >Whatever this thing was, it had helped you out.
166. >That was good enough for you.
167. >You just hoped it wouldn't end up following you around like a fucking pet.
169. Present Day
171. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdlIilJvw24
173. >This thing was following you around like a fucking pet.
174. >You didn't need a fucking pet.
175. >Maybe a teammate.
176. >Hell you could definitely use a spotter out here.
177. >Not a fucking pet though.
178. >You lug your pack on your shoulder, the pony following behind you.
179. >You turn to look at her, and she freezes, darting behind a shell of a car.
180. >She pokes her head out slightly to see if you're still looking at her.
181. >You are.
182. >She darts her head back behind the car.
183. "Okay, yeah, come out."
184. >Nothing.
185. >You get down to a knee and ask her to come out again.
186. "Seriously, come here. I need to get that collar off you."
187. >The pony pokes her head out again, and you carefully motion for her to approach you.
188. >She takes a few timid steps to you, but she's still shaking slightly.
189. "It's fine. I've taken one of these things off before, so it shouldn't be a problem."
190. >You reach out and disconnect a few small panel hinges, revealing some basic circuitry.
191. >You grasp the wire that maintains the ground of the field, and give a quick tug. The beeping from the collar ceases, and pops open.
192. >You tug the collar from the neck of the pony who looks up at you with a small smile.
193. >You toss the slave collar away from you two and you pat her on the head.
194. "See? Told you."
195. >You stand up, and proceed walking.
196. >"...*mumble*fluttershy*..."
197. >You stop and look back at the pony.
198. "You say something?"
199. >She quickly shakes her head, and trots back up to you, keeping up with you as you carry on your journey South.
200. >And here you thought things in the Capital Wasteland couldn't get any stranger.
202. ~End~

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw9SA-TJLgM >The rocky ground below your feet crunched with each step you took as you passed under the wreckage of a bypass. >You poke your head into skeletal remains of cars, rooting around for anything to salvage. >Spotting a truck nearby, you think that maybe there'd be some good salvage within. >Climbing into the bed of the rotting machine, you rummage around in crates and boxes that look as if they'd been tossed around. >Someone must have gotten here before you. >Despite that, you manage to find something valuable. >An old box of Dandy Boy apples. >These were hard to come by. >You haven't eaten in a few days, so when the smell reaches your nose as you open the box, you're already beginning to salivate in anticipation. >Of course, your excitement is cut short at the quiet slopping sound behind you. >You turn around. >Great. >Looks like she was still following you. >The small... thing, looks at you with her blue eyes, her face slightly hidden behind her pink hair. >Mane. >Whatever. >She eyed the box of apples you held in your hands. "No. Oohh no. These are mine." >She says nothing back to you, only staring longingly at the food you hold. >You set the box down and wave your arms at the small, winged creature. "Shoo! Go on, fly away. Get." >Still no response, although when you say "fly" to her, she looks to one of her wings. >It's slightly bent at an odd angle. >Maybe it was broken? >Why should you care? This thing wouldn't stop following you for two days now. "Fine. Stand there. Won't stop me from eating these." >You take one of the candied apple snacks and pop it into your mouth, savoring the taste. >Sure, it was a tad musty, but anything was better than nothing around here. >Swallowing down the snack, you pull out another and prepare to pop it onto your food-hole. >And then it whimpers. >You glance at the yellow, winged thing and see that she's looking desperately to you, her eyes pleading as you hold the apple snacks away from her. "Oh come on, I haven't eaten either." >*whimper* >You sigh, and rub the space in between your eyes, and finally give in by tossing the box out of the truck and to the thing. >Kind of looked like a little horse. >You remember seeing a picture of one in a book you found. >Said that small horses were called ponies. >The details were fuzzy. You were in the middle of hiding from raiders at the time. >The pony gasps in delight and rummages through the box with her snout, gobbling the candied apple treats quickly. >Watching her made your stomach groan out in despair. >Giving a grumble of defeat, you hop out of the truck and carry on past the bypass, the pony in tow not five feet behind you. >It'd been like this ever since you came across her two days ago. Two Days Prior >The embers of the fire you made the previous night were still smoldering as you were aroused from your sleep. >Your back was a bit stiff, but that's what you get for sleeping in an old baseball dugout. >You stomp out the remains of your fire and sling your backpack onto your back, your cap fixed to the top of your head. >One last ammo check. >Four rounds for that small revolver you found. >Hopefully you wouldn't have to use it. >You start back on your treck South towards the Super Duper mart. >A trader back in Rivet city had told you that the place was fairly abandoned, so you hoped that you could find some decent food, maybe even some medicine. >The morning sun was rising quickly today, and you found yourself walking rather briskly. >Today was feeling like a good one. >As you continued onward, you pulled out a bottle of water you found in the dugout. >You chug down two gulps, fighting back the urge to gag when it burns at your throat. >The Super Duper mart better have purified water. This irradiated shit was going to end up killing you. >Your attention get drawn away from the burn in your mouth to the figures ahead in the distance. >Two men. >Combat armor. >One with a rifle, the other with something small in his hands. >You run up and behind a large rock and try to get a closer look. >It looked like they were chasing something around. >"For fuck's sake, man, just grab the damn thing." >"Fuck you, it's faster than I thought, alright? Stupid animal's got wings and shit..." >"Well it ain't flying after you kicked it like that, so hurry the hell up and fuckin' grab it." >You peer over the boulder and see that the one guy without a gun is holding a collar. >A slave collar. "..Paradise Falls..." >You reach a hand to your neck, holding it softly as you eye the collar in the one slaver's hands. >Whatever they were chasing around, it was certainly giving them a run for their money. >"FUCK! Hold still you little shit!" >Jesus, Jacobs, hurry it up." >"Why don't you just shoot the damn thing and stop it from squirmin' around, eh?" >"Yeah, because I definitely want to kill the goddamn thing we've been chasing for the past half hour. Good going you fucking idiot." >You had heard something about wings. >Were they chasing after a bird? >"HA! Gotcha!" >The one slaver, Jacobs was his name you think, hoists the thing they were chasing by the scruff of its neck. >That... is not a bird. >It was yellow, and pink, and it had wings. >Was it a mutant? Some kind of dog gone wrong? >No, no it was slightly bigger than a dog. >And this Jacobs guy was holding it up like a trophy. >"Okay, hold it still so I can putt the collar on it." >"I don't have all day, man, just hurry up and do it." >The yellow thing squirms around desperately as the other slaver clamps the collar to its neck. >Well, it was done for, that's for sure. >You get one of those things on you, you were good as dead. >You try escaping from slavers that have already collared you, then they would press a button and BOOM, no more head. >You're about to slink away when the yellow thing looks directly into your eyes. >She mouths a few words: "Please help." >Those eyes... >They seemed so human. >... >Dammit. >You take a few collective breaths as you pull out your revolver. >You peer out from the rock, but now the slavers are looking in your direction. >"What was it looking at? You heard it right?" >"Yeah man, it talked. Said 'help me' or some shit." >The slaver with the rifle loads it and cocks it, and begins walking towards your rock. >The other follows suit, pulling the yellow dog-thing by it's pink hair, pained whimpers coming from it. >"Shut that thing up, Jacobs." >You can hear a dull thud. >Jacobs must have kicked it again. >You take the hammer of the revolver and cock it back, taking deep breaths as you try to make yourself as small as possible. >Footsteps were getting closer. >Closer. >Closer. >The yellow winged thing whimpers again. >You hear the turn of boots against dirt. >"Jacobs I thought I told you to shut that thing-" >You rise to your feet, aiming the revolver right at the rifleman's temple. >Jesus, he was only a foot away from you. >Before he can react you pull the trigger, the kickback from the pistol shaking your shoulder. >You don't miss, and the slaver falls dead to the ground, a gaping wound in his head. >You aim to Jacobs, but he already has a pistol aimed at you and you stagger back as a bullet slams into your left shoulder. >You fire, and catch Jacobs in the neck, blood spurting from his wound as he gags. >You stand your ground, and take aim once more, both hands holding the revolver. >Taking a final shot to his chest, Jacobs falls to the dusty earth below. >The yellow thing is shivering like mad, her head in between her hooves. >Her fur is spattered with slaver blood. >The adrenaline that rushes through you dulls the aching pain in your shoulder, but you collapse and moan out in pain nonetheless. >All that because that thing looked at you funny. >You hope it's worth it. Hours Later >You pull drawer after drawer out from the kitchen cabinets you were rifling through. >You clutch at your shoulder, the pain increasing with each second that damn bullet stayed lodged in there. "Knife... knife, knife, c'mon where's a fucking knife..." >You rummage through drawer after drawer, the kitchen of this abandoned house seeming the likeliest of places to find a simple cooking utensil. >Then you finally find it. >A dull, slightly rusty kitchen knife. >God this was going to hurt. >You sit down in the kitchen, the knife in your hand, and place the tip of it at the bullet wound. >The stinging is already god damn horrible. >Taking deep breaths, you dig the knife into the wounds and try to wedge it underneath the bullet. >God it feels like your shoulder is on fire. >You let out a cry of pain as you try to carry on, but eventually you cast the knife down to the ground in frustration. >Beads of sweat dot your forehead, and your breathing is ragged from the pain. >You look across from you, and see that the yellow things is still with you ever since you killed those slavers. >She's looking at your wound, then back up to you. "...what?" >She timidly makes her way up to you, and pokes her snout towards your shoulder. >You flinch back from it. >She adopts a stern but calm look up to you, and you assume she doesn't mean harm. >You calm down, and allow her to do whatever she's about to do. >She reaches out to your wound, and you can feel her teeth lightly and delicately grasp the edge of the bullet. >With one swift motion, she pulls out the speck of lead, and you gasp out in pain. >The yellow thing hold the bullet in her mouth and smiles at you, dropping it to the floor next to her. "...thanks. Thanks for that." >She smiles again at you. "Can... can you understand me?" >She nods timidly, her previous shyness returning. >You pull out a bandana from your pack and wrap it around your wound tightly. "So *ach* can you talk?" >She hides her face from you, and nods again. "...WILL you talk?" >No nod this time, just more hiding behind her hair. >You breath out a sigh and wipe the sweat from your forehead. >Whatever this thing was, it had helped you out. >That was good enough for you. >You just hoped it wouldn't end up following you around like a fucking pet. Present Day http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdlIilJvw24 >This thing was following you around like a fucking pet. >You didn't need a fucking pet. >Maybe a teammate. >Hell you could definitely use a spotter out here. >Not a fucking pet though. >You lug your pack on your shoulder, the pony following behind you. >You turn to look at her, and she freezes, darting behind a shell of a car. >She pokes her head out slightly to see if you're still looking at her. >You are. >She darts her head back behind the car. "Okay, yeah, come out." >Nothing. >You get down to a knee and ask her to come out again. "Seriously, come here. I need to get that collar off you." >The pony pokes her head out again, and you carefully motion for her to approach you. >She takes a few timid steps to you, but she's still shaking slightly. "It's fine. I've taken one of these things off before, so it shouldn't be a problem." >You reach out and disconnect a few small panel hinges, revealing some basic circuitry. >You grasp the wire that maintains the ground of the field, and give a quick tug. The beeping from the collar ceases, and pops open. >You tug the collar from the neck of the pony who looks up at you with a small smile. >You toss the slave collar away from you two and you pat her on the head. "See? Told you." >You stand up, and proceed walking. >"...*mumble*fluttershy*..." >You stop and look back at the pony. "You say something?" >She quickly shakes her head, and trots back up to you, keeping up with you as you carry on your journey South. >And here you thought things in the Capital Wasteland couldn't get any stranger. ~End~