The inside of Stitches house was about as decorated as you would expect from home in the wasteland. There wasn’t a lot of things that were just for show, except for maybe a flower pot and an old worn picture. I tried looking at it to try and make out who was in it, but I couldn’t. It was old, that’s for sure, but time had not been as kind to it as anything else in the small house.

There were only a few rooms as well and you could them all no matter where you were in the house (except the bathroom of course, because that would have been stupid). It gave off a very peaceful vibe, making me feel safe and secure. I guess that’s because it somewhat reminded me of home, not in how it looked but just being in it. It was an entirely different world outside and I would rather it stay outside if it could, which wasn’t really that possible. I learned that the colt from earlier was in deed Stitch’s adopted brother who was named Mud Swirl. He had a white mane that was somewhat messy from all the dirt and stuff he had in it. His coat was just a few shades short of being completely black, and he didn’t yet have his cutie mark.

Then again, even with how old I was I didn’t have my cutie mark. Not that I really cared considering I never thought I would get one, it was just strange because every pony I met had one or I at least assumed had one. I was able to see Willow Wisp’s cutie mark now with all the blood on her body mostly cleaned up (she was still a little bloody, but it was improving) which was a tombstone. Guess that might explain the burial thing back at the raider camp in the canyon, and why she felt like she had to do it. I assumed Sharpshot had one, but it was impossible to see under all his cloths. It felt kind of weird not having a cutie mark now, considering everyone else did.

We had all gathered up in the dining room, which was really just a room with a few cabinets, chairs, and tables, and sat down while Granny decided to get. Willow Wisp looked like she might be humming a tune in her head, but I don’t need to tell you why I’m not absolutely positive. Sharpshot was simply sitting back in his chair with his back hooves on the table, which made me kind of jealous. I was out of my power armor and sitting as comfortably as possible, which wasn’t really comfortable to begin with. Stitch was helping her granny with diner and Mud Swirl was… sleeping on the table. He was sleeping on the fucking table. Whelp, I guess they did mention they were one bed short.

I decided to turn the radio on, which was a lot better then last time. I was singing along and every once in awhile Sharpshot would join in with me, but he said he didn’t have a good memory when it came to lyrics. I was just happy that the stupid song from earlier didn’t come on (just my opinion, if you like it I have nothing wrong with that) and I had something to keep me company.

After what I think was the fifth song I had sung along to, Sharpshot tossed me a beer from across the table. I just barely managed to catch it before it fell onto Mud Swirl, which would have been a big disaster. I took sniff at it and realized that it smelled like apples, and my eyes widened. I quickly took off the cap of the bottle and drank close to three quarters of it, not caring at how quickly it was happening.

“Guess you liked it,” Sharpshot said with a grin on his “I smelled some old apple ale on your face when we met earlier and thought that I could at least try to get you a drink as a sort of apology letter. Next time, you're buying me a drink, got it.”

“Yeah sure but,” I thought about how to say this for a second before asking, “Do ponies still use bits?”

“Well if you have any then you got yourself some serious luck,” Stitch said, coming to sit down “Pre-war money can get you a lot of bottle caps around here, that’s what ponies have started to use for money around here.”

I looked at her curiously. “Why bottle caps?”

“Some drunk probably had some bottle caps stacked on a table and showed up at one of those meetings in friendship city. That’s the biggest settlement in the wasteland at this point and any thing that happens probably started there.”

I wasn’t really sure he was correct, but at the moment Sharpshot seemed to be the only one giving me answers. Most of these ponies, including me, have probably never been all the way over in that area before. Not surprising though, if there are worse things out there then ghouls and bloatflies… Or was it bloatsprites? Yeah, I think it was that last one.

“If you're planning on going in that direction it’s a good thing you have Sharpshot here guiding you,” Stitch said, “He’s spent a lot of time over there and knows the area better than anyone else, including Canterlot. Seriously Sharp, are you sure that those goggles aren’t going to cause a infection or something; I don’t know if it’s bad but it certainly doesn't seem okay.”

“I’m fine Stitch,” Sharp (that’s what I’ve started calling him) replied aggravated from being ask the same thing for what I’m guessing was probably the third time today. “Seriously, I’ve been like this for one and a half years and it hasn’t yet cause any major problems. If it was a danger to my health I would have known by now.”

Stitch rolled her eyes and looked at me with a face that said “good luck”. Guess the unknown was playing with her, she seriously was concerned about Sharp’s health. Was the pink cloud really that bad? Hope I never end up in Canterlot, probably infested with tons of ghouls because of the radiation. Then again, anywhere that I haven’t wanted to go I end up going to. I didn’t want to end up out here in the wasteland, but I have already spoken about how cruel destiny had played with me there. I would sooner or later probably end up in Canterlot and have something stupid stuck to me for all I know.

“Don’t worry about her,” Sharp tells me seeing the worry in my eyes. “She can be a bit of a health nut sometimes. It’s the only thing I hate about her most honestly, and is the another reason I didn’t settle down here.”

I realized something as he said this. “Say, does this settlement have a name or anything?”

“Manechestar,” Stitch answered, trying to wake her brother up. “The town was so early in development when the Mega spells hit that it was never really named. Most of the families who live here, including Granny, settled down because they had found that their homes had been obliterated by zebra Mega spells. Those ponies are the ones who ended up naming this small place.”

“Zebra’s?” I say to myself, it took me a moment to figure out what it meant. “Oh, so that’s who we were fighting in that great war seventy five years ago. Say, do you guys know if there are any Mega spells remaining? Disarmed if you would please.”

They all looked at me as if I was crazy for saying what I had. Hey, just because I don’t care about the war doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like a souvenir when this was all over. Maybe I could pay the Zebra nation my gratitude if I found one still armed… okay, now I am starting to see why they were staring at me. Seriously though, if we have an extra mega spell missile laying around that has been disabled, give it to me to put on a wall or something.

Sharp was the first one to speak up about this. “You are one fucked up son of a bitch.”

Guess I maybe shouldn’t have said that with a smile on my face. Probably made me look a bit too psychotic for all I know, and giving what I was asking for it certainly didn’t help. Now I know how I was making for a first impression on this family right here, and it certainly wasn’t that good.

“Sorry,” I apologized again, rubbing the back of my neck. “Little too soon?”

“Way to soon,” I look at the table to realize that Mud Swirl had heard the entire thing. “Aren’t you the mare that had walked into town with mister Sharpshot earlier?”

“Hey kid,” I hear Sharp reply nonchalantly “I didn’t realize you were awake. I didn’t want to interrupt your nap. My bad.”

“It’s okay mister Sharpshot,” He replies not seeming to care. “It’s nice to see you again. Will we have time for me to try the Flash Fire?”

“Will see.”

It wasn’t that hard to tell that the kid and Sharp had a bit of a friendship with each other, but what was the Flash Fire thing Mud had mentioned. I look at the gun on Sharps chair to realize that it had streaks of red, orange, and yellow on it as well as a red ring near the shoulder rest. It was pretty obvious to tell it wasn’t an assault rifle or shotgun like I have mostly seen so far. It was much longer and had a scope. Not to mention Sharp’s didn’t fire it in as quick of bursts as I did my repeater or shotgun, making it seem like it wasn’t for close quarters combat.

“Is Flash Fire that weapon right there,” I decided to ask, somewhat curious as to what it was.

“Yep,” He replied “It’s a typical zebra rifle, but the color scheme was so different that I felt like it needed to be called something else. I came up with the name Flash Fire because of it’s colors, but I honestly don’t know how the whole enchanting bullet thing works with it. It’s the only weapon I have and it’s what managed to keep me alive as long as I have.”

“So that’s a zebra rifle?” I say studying it more closely. I look at my dad’s shotgun for a second thinking of something “I guess if you named your weapon I should name mine something to.”

“How about remembrance?” Sharp asks me “You have it to remember your father, so it would be fitting to name it something around that. Since I don’t know your father’s name, that's the best idea I have.”

I think about it for a moment, wondering whether or not to stick with it. I never knew what my dad's real name was, so that idea was out. Sharp had a point though, I had sketched the words “remember” into the side of the gun and it was really the only true thing I still had from my dad. Me and my dad always considered the power armor mine and it was hard to really remember dad with the PipBuck when it was pretty run down and broken. Guess I only had one choice of what to call it.

“Remembrance it is then,” I say agreeing with Sharp. “It’s not special or anything but it's a fitting name.”

Granny Cotton suddenly came in with a salad. “Well if you are all done naming your pet guns I have dinner ready. Not much but it’s the best harvest I’ve had in a long time.”

“The radiation makes it hard to grow crops around here,” Stitch explains to me as I look at a half empty bowl of lettuce, tomato, and cucumber. “It still surprises me that we can get anything to grow at all around here.”

“Last year we almost went starving it was so bad,” Mud continues. “This year our luck was much better, probably because mister Sharpshot showed up and cleared all those radroaches and raiders out of town.”

Sharp laughed nervously as Mud Swirl brought up the event. I guess he must have had a pretty big impact on this town (if you could call it a town) if the kid was speaking to him in the way he was. Must have idolized the stallion because of it. Guess I could see why it was such a big deal considering how small the town was and how little much have happened around here. I was use to that kind of atmosphere, given my paralysis.

“I guess I do seem to have a ray of good luck wherever I go,” Sharp said nervously “But it wasn’t anything that special.”

“That deed help save this town from starvation,” Granny said. “Stop being so damn stubborn and take a compliment for once in yer life.”

I looked back to Willow Wisp who had already finished eating. She looked as if she hasn’t eaten in awhile so it was good that she got something in her stomach. She looked at me and rubbed her stomach, probably trying to tell me that the food was good. I decided to have a bite and found that indeed was rather tasty. It didn’t go along well with the ale, so I put my drink to the side while I ate. It wasn’t anything really filling, but I guess I must be a bit fat compared to them if this was shared with the entire town. Even if it wasn’t very big that was a lot of mouths to feed.

“So when do you plan on leaving?” Stitch asked. “I know that you are heading to Manehattan for something but I don’t know when you actually plan on going.”

“As soon as you think Willow Wisp is able to,” I explain. “I want to get there as soon as possible but I don’t want to risk Willow Wisp’s health at all. Whenever you think it will be fine to leave I’m okay with it.”

“In that case you could probably leave the day after tomorrow,” Stitch suggested. “I heard that ponies are looking for a pony like you so the sooner you leave the less damage that could be caused.”

I looked at her worryingly “A pony like me?”

Sharpshot stood up and walked over to me. He messed with my PipBuck’s radio for a second and turned the music off before going to sit back down. Guess it must have been a little too happy for his liking, but I also know that there was something else to it. Both me and Willow Wisp look at everyone, who all looked at the ground in shame.

“Two days ago Twister, the pony you're looking for, put up a bounty for a pony he said was the Bloody Angle,” He explained to me “That pony matched the same exact description of you. A tan coat with a wavy red and grey mane living out in the middle of who knows where with power armor. He offered a pretty hefty reward for your death, offering ten thousand bottle caps, which he probably does have. The minute I saw you I knew you were the pony he had described, but I could also tell that he was lying just like every other time he has put a bounty on someone's head. If you’re on his bad side, you probably did something that made him real mad.”

I hadn't done anything to him, I didn't even know who he was until the day he kidnapped me. However, I knew this had less to do with me and more to do with my father. They must have known each other, and my father must have done something that had pissed him off. I feel like I'm repeating myself saying this but it's very clear now that this is the case and that it has nothing to do with me. What had my father done that was so terrible, but considering that Sharp had just said it’s always been a lie with this pony, I guess it could have nothing to do with my father and I just happened to end up being a poor unfortunate soul who got caught up in this mess.

“I don't get it,” I look at the ground not able to look everyone in the face. “What did my father do that could have done something like this? I never knew this pony and father never mentioned his name. Is it possible that I simply just happened to have the same colors he was describing?”

“I guess there always is that possibility,” Sharp said agreeing with me. “But it did seem like he had a bone to pick with someone when he said it. If he really did manage to get the wasteland to listen to him then it’s possible that we would have to go to someplace other than Manehattan to stay safe.”

“What if you found the real Bloody Angel?” Mud Swirl ask “If you brought them in wouldn’t that stop everypony from chasing you?”

“That is true,” Stitch agreed.

A thought suddenly popped into my head. If he had gotten the word out to the entire wasteland he would need a radio station. If he had a radio station then there might be a possibility that we could use it against him. We could make him the target instead of me!

“Where do you think he would have broadcast from?” I ask. “The only way to spread the news so rapidly would be through radio so if we took the radio station he broadcast from we could send out a message saying that he had lied. He already has a bad reputation by the sounds of it, and this could wreck it even more.”

Everyone looked at me curiously. “That might actually work,” Sharp said. “The radio station he would have most likely used was Tenpony Tower in Manehattan. If we could get into Manehattan without too much trouble and infiltrate the tower then we might be able to use it against him.”

“The only question then is getting into the city and getting through the wasteland unharmed,” Stitch said. “We would need to take a route that would-”

“Wait a second,” Sharp said interrupting. “We? As in you're coming with us?”

“Do you really think I was going to let you go up against Twister without me,” Stitch said “I want to know what happened to my parents. All I know is what Granny told me, and that is that they were enclave and that I fell out of the clouds early in my life. If Twister knows something he’s going to tell me, just like he’s going to tell Dead Hooves here what happened with her father.”

Sharp let out a long sigh, before looking back at Stitch. “You want to monitor my health.”

“Okay that to,” Stitch rolled her eyes, my guess was that she couldn’t believe how stubborn Sharp was being about his health. I kind of agreed, “But I still want to know what happened. If I really fell from the sky then I should be dead; splat on the ground with my body scattered. There is something more to me being down here then we know about and I’m going to find out. I spoke to Granny about it earlier today and she agreed that it was time we learned what happened.”

Sharp looked at Granny surprised, not believing what Stitch had said. Granny simply nodded and Sharpshot was kept silent. Guess he really didn’t want Stitch coming along, and considering she had no weapon I wasn’t so sure about it myself. I mean, you're going to send a mare out into the cold unknown of the wasteland at this time of year with not a single weapon to defend herself with.

“I’m giving her the rusty revolver that I kept over these years,” Oh, I guess Granny already knew about that thing. “I want you to take her and Mud Swirl away and help them figure out what happen to their parents. I never got to see mine when they past away, and I didn’t know what happen to them. To lay that on a child when they are young is a hard thing, and they deserve to know what happened. I’m getting too old to take care of them anyway,” She laid back relaxing in her chair. “So please, take them with you.”

I looked at Sharp who simply looked away at me, causing me to go to Willow Wisp for help. She simply shrugged at me, telling me she didn't know. what to do. Probably not the best idea to turn to a former slave in this decision. I guess I had no choice, they certainly weren't giving me the option to say otherwise.

“Okay,” I said “You two can come with us.”

“Really?!” Mud Swirl said, his eyes showing signs of excitement in them

I nodded to him and he quickly ran over to give me a hug, causing Willow Wisp to awkwardly do the same thing. She clearly didn’t know much about common things like this, so I just let it happen. She would realize sooner or later that there are certain times for certain things, and that included when you were suppose to hug someone. Hey, as long as she didn’t go hugging a feral ghoul everything’s okay.

Stitch walked over to me happily. “Thank you so much,” She said “You have no idea how much this means to me and Mud Swirl. I’ve been wanting to leave for a long time but didn’t have the courage to ask until recently. I may not be that handy with a weapon but I’ll do my best to back you up.”

I nodded to her and watched as Granny slowly got up. “Well I don’t know about the rest of ya but I’m falling asleep over here. If you guys are going to stay up please be quiet.”

“Got it Granny.”

We wave goodnight to her before we continue discussing our plan. “Since I’m now coming with you we might be able to leave tomorrow,” Stitch says “This way if anything happens to Willow Wisp you won’t have to worry about her injuries.”

“I guess the only thing we have to worry about now is how we will get to Manehattan,” Sharp replies. “With the entire wasteland most likely on high alert it would be wise to avoid areas like Las Pegasus and Ponyville.”

“But doesn’t that leave us with the only path being Canterlot?” Stitch asked. Sharp cracked a smile and she started nodding her head back and forth. “No. No no no no no no-”

“Yes,” Sharp’s smile grew menacingly as he said it.

“We are NOT going to Canterlot,” Stitch said, “No way in hell we are going to Canterlot. You want to die, go ahead. I say we head through the Everfree forest and go from there.”

“Oh sure, that seems like a good idea,” Sharp said back. “Would you be the pony willing to end up in patch of poison or killer joke? I don’t think so. Look, if you want we can go through Ponyville. As long as you know how to fire that revolver of yours it should be fine right?”

Stitch smiled as she heard a slightly less deadly route. “I can fire a revolver just fine thank you very much,” She retorted. “I guess it’s settled then, we head through Ponyville and go up from there.”

Willow Wisp grasped onto my leg and I looked at her to see her shaking her head wildly back and forth. She must have been the only one who didn’t approve, but it seems that everyone was set on going to Ponyville. That must have been the big problem with being mute, no one noticed you and you could never voice your opinion. I know how it felt to be helpless, and being outside my Power Armor is always a scary feeling for me, even long after I had gotten use to it.

I simply hugged Willow Wisp to try and comfort her. “Don't worry Willow,” I whisper to her calmingly “I won't let any pony harm you okay.”

She looked up at me, her eyes flooding with tears for some odd reason. She squeezed me tightly around the neck as she tried to hold back the tears. Ponyville must have had a big impact on her, probably where she grew up. I would have told Sharpshot and Stitch but I knew that it would make a difference. They had already set their minds on Ponyville and it wasn’t likely I was going to be able to do anything. The best I can do is protect Willow Wisp from whatever she was scared of.

Suddenly I heard gunshots coming from the other room. We rushed to the bedroom, where we had heard the gunfire, Sharpshot grabbing Flash Fire preparing for a battle. I did the same, grabbing the repeater I had since I didn’t want to take the risk of hurting someone with Remembrance. Sharp was the first to enter the room, and we looked as we saw Granny lying in bed, a small hole leading through her heart. She had been shot by somepony, somepony who was probably looking for me.

“No!” Stitch pushed me aside as she went to Granny Cotton’s side, shaking her. “This isn't right. You can’t be dead, you can't be dead, why would you be…” She collapsed onto Grannies cold body, tears falling down her face. “Why would somepony do this to you? You were so sweet and kind to me and Mud Swirl. This makes no sense, why are you dead.”

I looked down at Willow Wisp who was looking in shock at the scene before her. After a couple seconds the shock faded away and she looked at me. She knew why this had happened, we both did. Granny was never suppose to be the victim, I was suppose to take that bullet and die. Yet here I am, still somewhat standing, and somepony took it for me. This death was my fault, wasn’t it?

I heard another gunshot as I looked to see Sharp fire at something outside. He pulls lever (or at least that’s what I think it is) that was on Flash Fire with magic causing an empty bullet to fall to the floor. He shifted his stance to the left and took another shot before putting Flash Fire to the ground. He made his way to the door only stopping to motion me with him.

“Get in your power armor,” He commanded. “I got the murderer down.”

I did as he said, motioning to Willow Wisp to stay here. I got in my power armor and followed him outside and around the house. One the ground I saw a zebra slow inching away from us, a small carbine on the. There was a trail of blood on the ground leading to the zebra’s back right leg. I grabbed the carbine as Sharp rushed forward and flipped the pony on her back before stepped on her. He motioned me over and told me to point my gun at her.

“Please don't kill me,” The zebra said squirming to get away. “I’m sorry. I was only doing as told.”

“If you want live then I suggest you answer our questions real quickly,” Sharp said, his voice harsh and cold. “Answer them for our friends and the two of us here and we might consider only taking you prisoner. Got it.”

I could see that the Zebra was scared of Sharp, frantically nodding her head. Honestly, I was also scared of him at the moment. He obviously wanted answers, and didn't seem to care if the Zebra died or not. She was young, much younger than Willow that was sure. Her eyes were brown, and that’s all I have to do to describe her. I don’t really need to go into too much detail about what she looked like, she looked like every other zebra you would ever see. Black stripes on white… Or was it White stripes on black? That part confused me a bit.

Sharp forced her up onto her feet and roughly dragged her along the ground. She probably couldn’t stand, but I still expected a little better treatment. Guess since Sharp was considering her a prisoner at the moment he didn’t care how she was treated, which was pretty cruel. We brought her inside and Sharp asked Stitch to help him tie her up, explaining who the zebra was. She happily tied the zebra up to a chair, at some points squeezing it hard probably as a bit of revenge for killing Granny. Willow Wisp and Mud Swirl stood back as they did this, not wanting to interfere.

“What do you want to know?” The zebra asked “I’ll tell you anything, it doesn’t matter anymore. I fail anyway.”

“Start with who you are,” Stitch yelled at her. “And why you killed her. What did Granny do that caused you to kill her.”

I could tell that the zebra was scared “The names Zoey, and never meant to kill your Granny,” She said hastily “My family lived in Zebra town near Canterlot. I only have my mom left, my dad died from the pink cloud. A few weeks ago some pony named Twister came to town with a bunch of ponies, I thought I saw a few alicorns along with them.”

“Alicorns?” Sharp said questionably. “You mean you've seen ponies affected by taint?”

“If that’s what caused them to be Alicorns then yes,” Zoey answered “When I saw them me and my mother tried running away, but we were caught by alicorns. Twister let us live and said we were to be sold to slavers for money. I begged him not to do it, and he said that if I killed the daughter of an old friend of his he would let us free.”

I was correct, she never intended to kill Granny. “You thought that I was in bed,” I said, “You meant to kill me. You thought I was asleep so you killed Granny thinking she was me.”

Zoey looked down saddened. “Yeah,” She said “It was so dark in the room I couldn’t see who was in bed and assumed it was you. Twister knows I failed him, he’ll kill me if I go back to him. I watched you escape that raider camp, and I honestly never wanted to kill you. He said he would leave your death in my hooves, but he was obviously lying to me. I should have known better.”

I could see Stitch was steaming with anger at the pony, even after what they had said. I know Zoey did it because she want her freedom, but it still didn't stop the fact that she had killed Granny. I walked up to Zoey’s side so I could answer some questions I had as well as keep Stitch from doing anything too drastic. We didn't need more ponies dying right now, I had seen enough of that the last few days.

“Do you know what my father did that pissed him him off?” I asked.

“No,” Zoey replied. “I only know that you're the daughter of a former paladin of the Steel Rangers. Other than that I know nothing, he told me what you looked like but not your name. He said it wouldn't be important once you're dead.”

I felt a tap from behind me and turned around to see Willow Wisp looking at me. She once again had the shovel (Dread had packed it in the bag) in her hooves and I knew exactly what she was trying to ask me. Granny definitely deserved to be at rest, so I nodded my head to the pegasus and she walked into the room Granny had died in. Stitch looked at me confused.

“What did she just ask you?” She asked me.

“She want to know if she could bury Granny,” I replied “It's like a responsibility she has to fulfill. She did it to the raiders back at the raider camp I met her in, that’s how her wounds opened back up. She was an absolute mess back there, but she still did it for a reason I don’t know.”

Stitch was about to talk but Willow then came out of the room struggling to keep Grannies limp body on her back. Instead of asking me whatever it was she was going to ask she turned to Willow and took Granny from the pegasi's back and placed it on her own.

“Allow me to help you out a little,” She said to Willow, who simply nodded back as they headed out of the house. Mud Swirl followed them, probably wanting to make some final remarks and say goodbye to Granny. It must have been hard seeing that happen.

“Two days ago Twister made a broadcast over the radio announcing a big reward of Dead Hooves death,” Sharp explained as we were left to continue questioning. “Do you know where he most likely broadcasts it from.”

“I think you already know the answer to that,” Zoey replied. “Tenpony Tower. It was the place we met a week ago to discuss how we were going to get… Dead Hooves?” She looked to me to make sure she was getting the name right. I nodded, “Thanks. We were discussing how we were going to find you when Twister broadcasted to the entire wasteland what was going on. I was on a time limit to save my mother now so I left as soon as he made the decision final. I was his assassin as he like to call me and I had already earned my freedom with another job. My mom was the only one I still needed to free.”

“Do you think you can get us in?” I ask her.

“Could you get my mom out off the slavers hooves?” She asked me back. I nodded my head. “Then yes, I can.”

I looked up to Sharpshot for his approval, and he nodded his head. He knew that Zoey was our best chance at getting into Tenpony Tower or even getting into Manehattan. She didn't have the survival skills and experience Sharp had, sure, but you have to admit it’s nice to have another good marksman with us. It's not that I thought Stitch was a bad shot, I just haven't yet seen her fire a gun.

“So uh,” Zoey said feeling kind of awkward. “If that nod is what I think it meant can you please untie me from the chair.”

“Oh right,” I quickly untied her and watched as she fell to the ground.

“Mother of Celestia,” She said, and I looked to see that the wound she had was still bleeding. “Can someone get me some help over here.”

“One second,” I run out of the room to grab the bag of supplies I had.

I grabbed what bandages we still had left (most of them had been used to try and stop Willow Wisp's bad bleeding) and walked back to Zoey. I had to get out of my power armor to get down to her (she was pretty young as I said early) and she watched as I foolishly tumbled out of it like an idiot. Sharp was try to hold back a laugh, putting a hoof to his face to try and block me from seeing it. Zoey on the other hand was actually quite concerned.

“Oh my goddess are you okay!” She said to me as I crawled over to her.

“It’s okay,” I assure her. “My legs are paralyzed that's all, something I’ve dealt with since birth.”

The look on her face read that she was terrified. She wasn't terrified of me, rather what she had planned to do to me. I could tell that there was some major regret in her eyes for having tried to kill me earlier. I don’t blame her, it wasn't that likely that she was told I was paralyzed, and the sympathy seemed to be taking effect. Seeing what Twister had made out of this poor pony and what he was forcing her to do was just cruel.

“I’m sorry about your legs,” She said feeling guilt. “I guess you were being played just like I was huh. Stupid Twister, he says things only to go back on them.”

“It okay honestly,” I replied having finished up the bandages. “That should do for the time being. Stitch probably won't be in the mood for doing anything medical wise for the rest of the night.”

“Guess I should probably go apologize for what I did huh?” Zoey said before walking out of the room and though the door.

“Why don’t we do the same?” I say turning to Sharp.

Sharp shook his head. “Trust me when I say this, but I’ll only end up making it worse,” He turned to the bedroom. “We leave first thing in the morning. If I were you I would get to sleep soon as well.”

In many ways, what he said would probably go the same for me. I may have lost my father but I had a hard time dealing with it. If I were to go out there I would probably only make things worse for them. I decided to do the same as Sharpshot and head off to bed, we were leaving tomorrow so it would be a good idea to get some rest.

“Mind if I put some music on?” I asked to Sharpshot as I put my PipBuck on a small nightstand.

“Don’t mind at all,” He said, “I like going to sleep with music, it always helps.”

I turn the radio on hoping for something good.

“I just want to start-” I turn it off for a second, then checked again to see if it was what I thought it was “a flame in your heart”

I turn the radio fully off. “Nope,” I mutter to myself. “Fuck the irony, I’m not taking part in any of that."

Author's Notes:

Here we go, chapter 5, and the first character in this story to die is Granny. Don't worry though, I can assure you all that Stitch won't die... At least not anytime soon by the looks of it. I'll just leave it to you to find out if she will or not. Anyway, I think while Sharpshot may be my favorite character to write, Zoey is probably my favorite character just in general. I don't know why, I just like her for some reason.

Like, Comment, and Follow and let's try and get this on the wiki because why not. Hope you all are enjoying the story and I'll see you guys later.