I could feel my head hammering as I regained consciousness, and I rested my hoof on top of it. I couldn’t smell the cider I had before those raiders came. Those raiders, and that harsh voiced pony who had set me up. As my head stopped hurting, I could focus on exactly what happened, and the sinister smile that the harsh voiced pony had. He knew my father, and as far as I knew that was not a good thing. Still, this didn’t make any sense to me. Why bother with me, a pony who can’t even walk? I didn’t have much of value, he couldn’t have been after anything I owned. No, he wanted revenge for something. Something my father knew.

Unable to draw a sure conclusion, I looked around the dark space I resided in to try and get an idea of exactly where I was. It took a minute or two for my eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding me. Once I could see, I found that I was at the end of a small alcove in a cave. At the of the other end of the cave was a door with steel, rusting bars blocking the way out. I tried to crawl my way over, only for the clinking of metal to stop me after only a few inches. Looking behind myself, I saw that I was tied to the end of the alcove by a chain which attached to my hind leg. There goes my plan to escape, but I should have expected it, considering they thought I was some mass murderer. The rest of the cave was rather empty, only the grey rocks around me being anything worth noting.

I sighed, sitting up as I realized I was not getting out. I could help but shiver at the very situation I was in. I was trapped in a raiders camp, and the radio had given me a pretty good idea of what raiders were like. Horrible ponies who embraced the anarchy that we’ve found ourselves in. Killers, slavers, cannibalists, those were just a few of the terms I had heard ponies on the radio use for them. That was the kind of company I had found myself in, and no doubt I was in for one hell of a beating. The more I thought about it, the more fear that built up in me as I looked desperately for an imaginary secret exit. Then I heard the tap of a hoof, one that was not my own. My first instinct was to look at the door, but as I heard the sound again I realized it was in the same alcove I was in. I darted my eyes to the left, where I had heard the sound resonate from, and my eyes dilated in fear at what stood before. If there was anything that answer my questions about what the raiders planned for me it was this.

To my left, I saw a pegasus tied up to the wall just like me. Her mane, tail, and coat were all white, or at least they would have been. The feathers on the ends of her wing were burnt horribly, but seemed to have been much older then the rest of her injuries. She sat still, blood below her in a puddle and smeared on the cave walls around her. Her body looked even worse, drenched in her own blood to the point that what white there was of her coat was nearly unseeable. Injuries scared her entire body, most notably across her stomach and on her legs. A part of her left ear was cut off, blood still dripping down it to add to her already blood stained body. There was giant scar across her neck, not bleeding, and didn’t seem to be the same size as the other injuries. If anything, it was bigger, stretching across the entire underside of her neck. With how much blood she was covered in, and the amount of injuries she had obtained, you would think she was dead.

She wasn’t. Her eyes looked toward me, turning her head to show me just how much worse her head looked. Her bright blue eyes glowed compared to the rest of her body, and her mouth hung open as if she tried to muster words she could. The terror that gripped my body couldn’t be explained, as I looked back her her. She looked like a walking corpse, not a ghoul but a zombie reanimated after just dying. The look of desperation on her face made me want to shed tears, but I found myself unable to. I’ve seen some things, but nothing could compare to this. In fact, nothing came close to how she look. This… is this what was going to happen to me? Was I going to die in the manner she is right now?

I got my unwanted answer as I heard the door open to see a three raiders enter the room. Two took guard at the door, closing it behind them while the last one looked at me. His creepy smile was only made more terrifying by the scar that he had bared across his face. I watched as he walked up to the pegasus to the left of me, and I was left with an impression that I had made up her looking at me. Her body sat there like a statue, head hanging and her mouth still open. He examined the pegasus, lifting her head up and giving a slight chuckle at her condition. My heart pounded thunderously as I looked at the raider. After a few seconds he let go of her head, and I watched as it fell bobbed in place. Was she dead? Was I just seeing things when she was had looked at me? At didn’t know at this point, but it was her that I was scared of now.

“Poor pony,” The raider said with what I thought was joy. “We thought we had the Bloody Angel when we caught her, but she kept on denying it. We didn't believe her when she said she wasn't the pony, and tortured her to the point of death,” I looked at the pegasus, now sure I was a dead mare. “In the end we learned it wasn't her. That’s what that Twister pony said anyways. He said that the Bloody Angel was the daughter of one of his friends, and led us to you. She didn't have a chance at living, and we were having way too much fun to let her anyway, but you do. All you have to do,” He pulled a plank out and hit me over the head with it. “Is admit that you are the murderer.”

I looked the raider straight in the eyes. He didn't know I couldn't walk, he never saw me move behind my broken down power armor. This Twister pony, the harsh voiced one. I knew he had tricked them, but that explained why they actually believed him. If he had known that, that might have let me go, but that was wishful thinking. Considering that he spoke so happily about killing the pegasus to my left, I knew he was lying about letting me live. Still, it wasn’t going to just admit it.

“I'm not your Bloody Angel!” I yelled furiously at him.

“It’s no use lying to us,” He said, delivering a kick to my face. My head rang from the blow, and I could feel something roll down the side of my face “You saw what happened to this young pegasus here for not telling us. She may have been innocent in the end, but that doesn't mean we won’t do the same thing to you if you continue to deny it.”

“Don't you know the difference between the truth and lies?” I asked, punching him with my front hoof to no effect. He swatted me with his hoof, his joy turning to rage in an instant.

“Do you think I care if you are lying or not?” The raider barked, and suddenly I realized I was wrong about them not being told about my condition. “You know what Twister gave us all for capturing you? Food, bullets and guns, drugs, and even power armor. He payed us to make your life a living hell, and that's what we intend to do,” He knocked me to the floor, and started pressing down hard on my neck. “Of course, I could always be nice and put you out of your misery. Either way I’m solving his problem and saving you the trouble of a fate worse than death. What do you say, shall I put you out of your misery? Or would you rath-”

His response was cut short of the sound of gunfire in the room. I watched as blood flew from the raiders chest, coating my lower body as he hit the ground. I look up, and to my surprise I saw one of the raiders at the door had pulled out a strange shotgun. Before the other raider was able to respond, the one with the shotgun shot him clean in the head. I saw what must been his brain spread across the floor, and I held in the urge to hurl. I look to my side to see the pegasus they had supposedly kill look up, blood dripping from her mouth as she looked at the raider pony who had saved us.

“I should never have agreed to this,” The raider said in a deep, gruff voice.

I took a look at him, as he put his gun away and searched the bodies on the floor. His coat was pitch black, making him slightly blend into the surrounding cave. He was bulky, looking as if he could flip an entire house on upside down. His mane, or what there was of it as it was almost completely cut to the point it look like a mohawk, was a dark gray. His eyes were dark brown, and in them I could see fury and anger. As I looked to the shotgun he carried, I mentally laughed. The shotgun he carried was colored a light purple and had a pink pump reload. For a stallion like this to have a gun that looked like it was for a filly was kind of amusing.

He grabbed keys off one of them, which jingled in his mouth, which must have been the keys to our restraints. I watched as the tortured pegasus to the left of me tried to stand up, only for one of her wounds to open even more. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She was mute! Wait, then these raiders had targeted a helpless mare who could even prove her own innocence? My blood boiled at the realization of this. The deep voice pony walked over to the mute pegasus, who again tried to stand up. Once again she silently yelled out in pain.

“Stay still!” The deep voiced pony commanded, his voice filled with hatred that I couldn’t understand. “I don't want you bleeding out on me,” He unlocked her cuff and turned his back to the mute pony, “Get on.”

The mute pony did as requested and slowly climbed onto his back, blood from the cut on her stomach smearing blood on his back as she did. He didn’t grimace at the feeling, in fact he seemed to swear under his own breath. At the point he walked over to me, and I looked at him. The rage I could see in his face was as clear as day, but he unlocked my chains. I was glad to see he wasn't doing this just for the other pony, even though she needed help more than I did. I tried to used the wall as support to stand up the best I can, only to fall to the ground and hit my head. I groaned in pain, and heard the deep voiced pony growl unsatisfied.

“What the hell is your problem?” He asked in a disgruntled manner.

“I can't stand up well without my power armor,” I explain to him, even though I doubted he really cared. “My lower body is paralyzed and I have power armor that is modified to help me move. Until then I have no choice but to hug the wall here.”

I felt a hoof grab around me and watched as the deep voiced pony effortlessly put me on his back. I felt kind of sad, having to rely on this pony that I had just met. Not that he seemed to care about me. In fact, I am honestly surprised he cared at all considering how he talked. Despite that I still felt happy to be able to get out of here. I was safe, or at least I felt like I was safe. I looked to see the tortured pegasus underneath me. She was sleeping, blood flowing down her hooves onto the floor in small drips. If there was any pony I felt the worst for, it had to be her. How in Celestia did she survive?

“Call me Dread,” The deep voiced pony, or Dread, introduce himself with a little less anger than before. “As for the other pony, we don’t know her real name but every pony calls her Willow Wisp.”

“Dead Hooves,” I reply. “I think you can guess the reason behind the name.”

Dread let out a “hmph” in response. It was kind of hard to get a read on him and exactly what he wanted. Sure, the way he spoke and the look of dissatisfaction on his face said one thing, but his actions said differently. It seemed like he wanted to help me, but I felt like there was something else on his mind as he opened the door. I took a look at his gun, giggling slightly. It certain was very colorful considering Dread’s darker coat color and damper attitude.

“Got a problem with the gun?” His cold voice caught me by surprise.

“Oh sorry,” I apologized, “I just haven’t seen a gun quite like it. Did you make it?”

“That’s not up for questioning,” He replied, “Instead, could you take it for the minute until I get you to your power armor. I need somepony backing me up and since I don’t want to cause more harm to Willow then what they already have, you got to do it.”

He floated the gun up to me, and dropped it in my hooves. He never told me he was taking me to my power armor, not that I thought it would matter. It was probably broken like before. However, I never really knew how long I was out for, so it’s possible that they might have been able to fix it. Not that I had much hope in that. I was a paralyzed pony in the wasteland with no knowledge of magic or how it worked. I didn’t know how far I was from home, or if they had even left it standing.

I looked down at Willow Wisp, who was still fast asleep. See just how bad of shape she was in, I couldn’t help but wonder how she had managed to survive for this long. I mean, she looked as if she had been shot by a minigun from less than a foot away a thousand times, but yet still managed to cling to life. I was amazed by how tough this pegasus was, even if she was in so much pain. I don’t think I could have taken that kind of treatment and lived through it, that's for sure. Honestly, I felt like I was the weakest of all of them at the moment. Willow had managed to live through raider torture, and Dread, being an earth pony, could easily kill me or most others.

“You wanna tell me what you did to piss of a pony like Twister?” Dread asked.

“I have no idea,” I told him, my mind clinging to the idea of how weak I was. “He told these raiders that I was the Bloody Angel when there was no way I could be. In fact, the only pony I ever knew before this was my father, who passed away five years ago. The only thing I could think of is that he knew my father and hated him for some reason. I don’t know why.”

He stopped walking, and I could see him pull his lips back in a snarl. “Son of a bitch,” He cursed with a growl. I could see rage burning in his dark brown eyes “Then allow me to tell you something you don’t know: Never trust Twister! I don’t know much about him but from what I’ve heard he plays off of other ponies weaknesses and is the reason this entire search for the Bloody Angel is so damn hard. He hates everypony, but no one ever realizes it because he claims to ‘help’ them before turning his backs on them. If you ever meet him, shoot him before he can you, got it?!”

I nodded my head as we made a turn into a small room at the side the cave. The walls were lined in cupboards that made the room seem more like an armory. A workbench filled with scrap and other things stood at the left wall, covered in scratches and dents from excessive use. Dread set me down, and I looked to the end of the small room in joy. There, waiting at the end of the room was my power armor. I crawled my way to it and used it as a table to stand on. I looked to the button in the center and pushed, which managed to work. I fell to the ground as the power armor opened up. I don’t know how they managed to fix it, but I wasn’t going to complain. I lifted myself inside and watch as the power armor closed around me, letting out a sigh of relief. Everything was working, and it seemed to have a brand new fusion core inside of it as well! Was that the reason it wasn’t working? No, I already tried to put one in and the thing was jammed. I’m not going to complain however. They gave me a weapon, and I was going to gladly use it against them.

I took a step with my front left hoof and watched as my back left did the same. It hurt at first, but it was nothing I wasn’t use to. I was forcefully moving a part of my body that usually isn’t able to, the pain is something I was use to. I let out another sigh of relief, this power armor made me feel free, and this was the first time in two weeks I’ve felt that way. I watched as Dread picked up some things from the tables and the workbench to the side of me and stuffed them in a saddlebag that he had grabbed from the same place. Among the things we're repair tools like a wrench and screwdriver as well as some shotgun shells and a shotgun. I took a look at the shotgun to realize it was mine.

“They took everything you had of use in your house,” Dread explained to me, handing me my dad’s old double barreled shotgun. “Your gun and power armor as you can see were among them.”

I handed him back his gun and nodded in thanks as I checked mine. How much had they taken? I looked around the room, able to move much more normally now. I sighed when I saw the broken PipBuck sitting on a desk on the right side of the room. I put it on, even though the usual display that shows up when you do is as broken as the rest of it. They hadn’t bothered to fix anything on it, but that was okay considering that the power armor could do the same thing. Besides, the PipBuck was more of a reminder than anything else.

“We better get this place cleared out,” Dread explained. “Willow needs some medical treatment but it’s too dangerous to do that with all the raiders around.”

“Gotcha,” I said, slinging my shotgun over my shoulder, which I was able to do thanks to the strap that had been added.

We walked out of the room, guns at the ready as we made our way towards the exit of the cave. The light blinded me for a second, making me have to put my hoof up to block it. I wasn’t in the dark for that long, and it’s not like I could see the sun all the much anyways. That being said, when my eyes had adjusted I gulped as I realized was outside. The raiders had set up a pretty large camp, as in you could probably call it fair ground if it wasn’t full of creeps. There was a pretty good number of them from what I could tell, and all of them looked like they wanted to kill something.

We took cover in a small area near the cave’s entrance and Dread set Willow Wisp down on the ground as we started discussing our plan of attack. All we had were shotguns, mine only having two shells. Given how there were around three dozen raiders, which we both thought was huge considering the numbers I usually saw, we realized we would stand no chance at taking them out with our current weapons. We couldn’t just run in, especially with Willow Wisp. She was my biggest concern, considering how bad of shape she was in. I didn’t want to see her die, and I wasn’t going to let her. I peek out of the entrance to find something we could use to get out unscratched.

“One of us should stay here with Willow Wisp,” Dread addressed, “If anything happens to her then I feel like this was pointless.”

I didn’t respond, scanning the camp that they had made. Everything was laid out for display, showing guns, ammo, and medical supplies. We couldn’t damage some of this stuff, as we would need it to survive, but maybe if I could grab a high power weapon of some sort. That's when my eyes caught onto a minigun on the racks in the far left corner of the camp. How the hell did they get something like? It must have been one of the weapons that Twister pony had given them but… how the hell.

“Dread,” I said, getting out of my power armor, “Stay here with Willow Wisp, I got an idea.”

“The fuck are you doing!” His voice in shock as he got out and started crawling my way outside.

“You’ll see,” I replied, “I can’t bring the power armor because I’ll be an easy target, watch over it for me will you?”

I don’t give him time to respond as I round the corner of the cave, shotgun hanging on my back. I start crawling my way across the canyon, looking to make sure that no one had spotted me. The shadow gave me cover, making me a little harder to spot, my tan coat also helping out a small amount. My heart was racing as I slowly made my way across the side of the canyon. It would have been easier if my father had told me how to use magic, but he didn’t know much himself.

I watched the raiders go by as I inched my way along the side of the canyon. They look like they had themselves a life's worth when it came to things such as food and medical supplies. Most of it would probably go bad in a few months or so, maybe the radiation would do something to it. I’m going to say it right now, I don’t know much about the events that lead to the mega spells or whatever the heck they were called, I don’t know. It’s been a long time since any of that stuff happened, and it was mostly in the past now being around seventy-five years since the war ended. I didn’t have anything to do with that time, which means I have no reason to care about it.

It seemed like just getting a good five yard away from the cave entrance took forever. In truth, I had gotten much farther than that but the canyon was so big that it felt like I was making no progress. Curse these stupid legs and what little they’ve done for me! I didn’t want to think about how long it would take until one of the raiders spotted me or Dread. I would probably be spotted first of course, considering I was much more out in the open. Of course, that would also give Dread and Willow Wisp enough room to escape. As long as she was safe, I would be happy.

After what felt like an hour, I had finally made my way across to where I had seen the minigun, or at least to the side of the canyon. It was still a good couple yards away from me, but I had at least made some progress. The sun had almost disappeared from the sky (of course it was already pretty low to begin with) and I found myself rushing to make it before the sun completely disappeared. This was mainly due to something telling me that trying to shoot a gun in the dark was probably not a good idea, must have been common sense.

When I reached the little stand that held the minigun I was after, I realized that their was a raider inside of it. My guess was that he was suppose to give weapons to those who would need it. You know, these raiders seemed pretty smart and organized considering how retarded the first raider that tried to capture me had been. I shrugged and waited for the pony to turn away before sneaking behind him. I slowly started to take the minigun down from it’s place, trying to be as quiet as possible. When I did manage to get it down, the weight of it made me fall down to the ground, attracting the attention of the raiders that had been behind me.

I smiled as I slowly took my shotgun out from under my back. “Thanks for the guns,” I said teasingly before aiming my shotgun at the two closest to me. “Now go fuck yourselves.”

Without another word I fired a bullet at the raiders, hitting the first one square in the chest as it passed him and into the second one who gut a pretty good hole in their neck. Turning around I tried to pick the minigun up, realizing it was too heavy for me to carry. Great idea Dead Hooves, you had an absolutely great idea.

I looked up as raiders started forming a semicircle around me, guns pointed at the ready. I found myself in a very familiar position, and not one the last time I would be either. I inched up against a wooden desk, getting ready to defend myself. If I could grab one of the other weapons in front of me, or an automatic rifle to be exact, I may be able to stand up against them. That being said, I would probably be shot before I could even load a single mag into it. I closed my eyes, expecting to hear a thousand bullets heading in my direction.

What I heard instead was the sound of a single bullet and several screams of terror coming from behind me. I didn’t look but I could take a guess that it wasn’t a raider who fired that bullet. I listened to the sound of several bullets going in the direction opposite of me, and I opened my eyes to see that I was still alive. Taking the chance, I grabbed a rifle from the wall across from me, loaded it with a cartridge, and peeked my head outside of the wooden desk that had been my cover.

What I saw at first was multiple raiders firing at nothing behind another wooden desk across from me. Then I saw the three raiders lying on the floor a couple yards away from me, a pool of blood forming on the ground. That's when I saw power armor, my power armor peeking out of the wooden desk. Once the raiders had fired most of their bullets, I saw the pony in my power armor holding up a familiar purple and pink shotgun. I sighed with relief, realizing it was only Dread that was occupying it. That being said, I still didn’t like another pony using my power armor. I would make sure to have a chat with him about that when this is over.

Dread fired a bullet to three raiders standing next to each other, and I watched as the first one got hit. That’s when the strange part of this happened. The two raiders next to him somehow got hit as well piercing the side of their bodies and collapsing to the floor. I guess there must have been more to Dreads girly shotgun then I had originally thought.

Not taking the chance of getting hit any longer then I had been, I quickly started firing at the raiders. I felt a bullet go through my shoulder but shrugged it off, not letting them get an opportunity to hit me. I had probably shot a good four of five of them before ducking back under the wooden desk, listening as Dread took another shot, claiming two more raiders. If I was correct, we must have been down seventeen or eighteen at this point.

I took a look at the bullet that had hit me in the upper left shoulder, watching as blood dripped down from it onto the rocky floor of the canyon. I was breathing hard, almost hyperventilating from the intensity of the past half an hour (probably more, but I couldn’t tell). At least it was just the shoulder, and it wasn’t bad enough where I had to worry about blood lose. I listened as I heard another shot from Dread, bringing the total down one more.

I decided to use my last shotgun shell before going back to the rifle. Looking around, I counted sixteen raiders still alive. I ducked down and dragged myself across my cover before looking back up. I looked at two raiders who were almost lined perfectly, which would allow me to get rid of two at the same time. I waited, watching as the moved closer together, calming my breathing to get a clear shot. Just when I thought I had it, gun fire from raider came from behind me, hitting me once again in the shoulder before ducking. I listened as Dread took another shot, taking down the three raiders that just shot at me, bringing the raiders still alive counter down to thirteen.

With that taken care of I pulled myself back up and aimed down at the two raiders that were still in front of me. I once again managed to calm my breathing as I waited to take a shot. A couple seconds later, I finally fired, hitting one pony right through the neck and the other through the head. I quickly ducked back to cover and through the shotgun back over my shoulder. With another kill from Dread, we were just under a dozen raiders left.

Inching my way back over to the rifle, I looked around to see if any raiders had taken aim at me. I managed to get back to the rifle in one piece before looking up to see one of the raiders standing right over me. I leaned back as he fired, hitting one of my back legs (thank Celestia I didn’t need them) a few times before I took the gun and yanked it from his hooves. Now disarmed, I pointed it back at him and fired, leaving one more dead.

I looked down to see blood dripping from my right hind leg. They had gotten it pretty badly, but if I lived through this I was hoping we would be able to fix it with some medical supplies in the camp, Celestia knows how much we would need them. The pain in my leg was worse then in my shoulder as I clenched it with my hooves, trying to stop myself from yelling.

This wasn’t going to get any better, I knew that for sure. I took the rifle in my hooves and reloaded it as another bang came from Dreads shotgun. We must have been down to five at this point, since it was starting to get less noisy. I slowly and painful brought myself and my rifle up over the wooden desk that was still acting as my cover and started shooting. I only killed two this time, the wound in my leg hurting due to the gun's recoil, causing me to drop back out of site. Luckily for me, I only heard one more bullet fire from Dread as everything after went silent.

I looked as Dread walked up to me, carrying Willow on his back once again. He set her down as he got out of my power armor and walked over to me.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” I yelled at him, unable to believe the danger he had put Willow in “When everypony is looking the other way your suppose to run. Besides, what you did put Willow in greater danger than she is already in. Why the fuck did you try playing the hero?!”

He got down and looked at my wounded hoof, not caring to answer my question. He was really starting to get on my nerves. Sure, I guess he did save my ass, but that heroic action he took wouldn’t have met anything if he had been killed as well.

“Did you really think you could carry that?” He glanced to the minigun that I had taken down while looking through his bag. “You were acting just as stupid, if not more stupid then I was.”

I simply looked away, not caring about what he was saying. It was better than just sitting there like we had been doing, that’s for sure. I looked over to see him take out some wraps. He took it and wrapped it around my injured hoof to stop the bleed before getting up and walking away. I looked up to see where he was going, only to see him walking to a path out of the canyon.

“Where the hell are you going?!” I yelled at him, not believing that he was just going to leave us here.

“I have something I need to do,” He said, looking back at me, “There’s something you’ve brought to my attention that I have to deal with. Besides, I prefer to work alone.”

“Where am I supposed to go?” I asked, desperation on my face “I have no idea where I am, or what to do. What about Willow here? What am I supposed to do? I’ve never gone this far away from my house before. I’ve never even left it in my lifetime.”

Dread looked at me, his eyes cold and furious. “Go west to Manehattan,” He ordered, the fury in his voice telling me just how done he was answering my questions. “You’ll be the safest there. Look for a pony named White Light and tell her I sent you. She’ll help you and Willow Wisp out. She’s already bandaged up due to how long it too for you to screw up your brilliant plan. I was planning to leave after we got out of the canyon, but seeing how we killed everypony besides us, you should be safe for some time.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but realized that it would probably be useless asking him for any more advice. Giving how he had barely given me a good answer to any of my questions earlier that day, I bet the only reason he told me as much as he did was because of Willow Wisp. I was furious to say the least. He saves our ass and then decides to just leave? I wasn’t going to take my chances in fighting him but I was angry nonetheless. I watched as he walked away, leaving me with a bag full of food, medical supplies, and ammo as well as Willow Wisp.

I sighed as I lowered myself to the ground, and watched as Willow Wisped opened her eyes to me. Just like Dread said, she was covered in bandages that was covering up her injuries. Not that most of them would heal up, considering that she was already covered in scars. She walked up and looked over the wooden desk, probably wondering where Dread was. I urged her down, seeing her wince in pain from doing so.

“That friend of yours abandoned us,” I explained, still angry “He told me to take care of you, okay?”

She dropped down besides me and nodded to me, not seeming to care at all. I wonder if that was because she couldn’t argue back, or if she didn’t really care about anything that was going on. On the bright side, it seemed like she could at least walk a little, meaning I wouldn’t have to worry about carrying her that much. That made me feel a little better, but I was still pissed that Dread had just left us without a real reason.

I felt my temper rising from just thinking about what he had just done. I simply shook my head and turned my attention to my PipBuck. I was still on radio like when I had left it, but was turned off because I didn’t hear anything playing. Nothing else was working, like usual, and I simply laid down on the ground and curled up into a ball, or as much of a ball as I could.

“We’re leaving for Manehattan first thing tomorrow,” He told Willow, this time a bit softer “If there is anything you need to do before that, do it before then.”

I fell asleep before Willow was able to give me her response, reliving a familiar dream of the last night with my father. It was a very sad dream, we were working in our little garden outside, I was in my power armor. We hear something behind us, even though I truly didn’t hear it in the dream, and turned around to see ghouls jump at us. I watched as the killed my father, who could barely get his shotgun out in time. I took it and shot them, both running away at the sound and sight of me. I had ran to my father side, watching as he died there. I only ever heard him say one thing in this dream.

“Remember...”

I was awoken to the feeling of Willow Wisp nudging me awake, looking at my with discomfort. I felt a tear flow down my face, realizing that I had been crying in my sleep. Seeing this I quickly wiped the tear away and shook my face.

“It’s nothing,” I said to Willow, forcing a smile onto my face “Don’t worry about it. It was just a dream.”

I turn around so Willow could see my face anymore. I was crying because I never planned to my house, because I was far away from so many things. All I had was the power armor, shotgun, and PipBuck to remember my father by. I felt alone, like I was on an entirely different planet. That was the night I realized, nothing was going to be the same.

Author's Notes:

I've redone parts of this chapter due to some errors and other things that needed to be fixed. I also finally got the ability to show off how depressing Willow Wisp's state is at the beginning of the story. So, please like, comment, and follow to show your love for this story and others! With that I will see you all next time.