I just couldn't believe my fucking luck. You meet a nice stallion and he just shoots you in the fucking head? Still, that couldn't compare to the pounding headache I had, it felt like somepony had shot me...oh wait, somepony did and that dick wore a tacky suit. I slowly opened my eyes, the light burned, but I soldiered through it. I was in a small room, it looked like a small clinic and I could hear faint hoofsteps, heading towards me.

I tried to sit up, but my head's pain reared it's ugly head, causing me to groan loudly. An elderly stallion appeared around the corridor, peering at me with a small bit of amusement. I twisted my ears back in pain and a bit in resentment.

"Ah, take it easy there, missy. You took a bit of lead to your noggin!," the old stallion chuckled.

"Uh, if you don't me asking, but uh, where am I?" I didn't expect my voice to sound so hoarse! I sounded like a dehydrated scavver who crawled back to town.

"Yer in good ole' Palomino Springs! Greatest little town this way out!"

Urgh, great, a hick town! Just what I wanted, but hay, beggars can't be choosers!

"Now, can ya remember your name? I won't grief ya if ya can't!"

I nod slowly, dragging those dregs of a very hazy memory.
"Ugh, my name is Shining Dawn, I think. Just call me Dawn, though." I groan softly, the pain slowly dissipating.

"Hay, just take it easy, Missy! Saying that, I wanna see how you stand up against the Vigor-Matic-Machine! See if ya need any physical therapy."

I guess I should just bite the billet and get this race out of the gates, huh? I ease out of the creaky bed, almost losing balance off of my four hooves, moaning in pain. The stallion hurries over, supporting me. I wobble over to the machine, with his support. I try to use my magic, but it sparks and then fizzles away. Fan-fucking-tastic! I shakily bring my hoof up and play this machine. Soon it's over and seems like I'm lucky as a fucking bunny. No wonder I survived that shooting.

"Huh, surprised them there bullets just didn't turn and go right back into the gun when they saw you! Anyways, I just need to do a medical run of ya, I'm not expecting ya to have a history of being shot in the head!" he jokes.

I cringe inwardly. If only he knew….

I follow him to his sitting area of sorts. I take a seat on the couches. It's oddly comfortable.

"Alright, I'll start with a few words. Just say the first word that comes to yer mind!"

I nod, sighing softly.

"Dog."
"Feed"

"House."
"Shelter"

"Night."
"Dream"

"Bandit."
"Bribe"

"Light."
"Inspiration"

"Mother."
"...Regret"

I can see the quick flash of confusion, but it's gone quickly.

"Alright, now I will state some phrases. Just tell me how much they sound like ya."

"Okay…."

"Conflict just ain't in my nature"
"Strongly Agree"

"I'm always fixing to be the center of attention"
"Aw hell yes!"
He makes a small smile.

"I'm slow to embrace new ideas."
"Disagree"

He sighs, sliding out of the chair.
"Well, that's all she left me. Ya can take anything you want, medical supplies, ammo, guns. I don't really mind."

I slip down off of the couch, still a bit wobbly. I do a comb over of the house, acquiring a few stimpacks, a laser pistol, some chems(oooh, buffout!) and one lousy bottle of whiskey.

I meet the doc by the door. He has a weird watch thing.

"Here, ah'm thinkin yer gonna need something, it's a Pipbuck. And you can have this stable suit, it's not ah much, but it's something. And here's the note Victor found on yer body."

I nod, a bit dumbfounded and a little bit overwhelmed. I strap the Pipbuck on, I watch as it boots up, chirping out a 'Thank you for choosing Robronco Pipbuck 3000!'. It's a curious little thing, I'm sure of it.
"Ah, but thank you Doc…..?"
"Doc Morab." He says with an easy smile.

I take a deep sigh and turn towards the door, opening it slowly.

Hope all of you guys like it, as it's my very first story!