Been running since we left Badwater, haven’t had time to collect my thoughts, much less commit anything to com. Map’s on the fritz again, but near as we can figure, we’re in Texas, somewhere near Kansas City. The sooner we’re back in the States, the better. My life sucks enough without having to worry about some old-fashioned Texan hospitality ventilating my fucking skull.

We lost Homely Jim today. We’re all pretty shaken up. Barely a dozen of us left now.

17.1F: We’ve holed up inside an old mission for the night. Fingers somehow managed to find a Book somewhere, and Donkeyface gave Homely Jim a proper service.

17.2B: Fingers says the Book was too easy to find, given that the place had been stripped bare of all other organics. Sleeping on the roof as a precaution. The climb was a bitch, but I can’t sleep now. God damn it.

13.04.30: Fingers was right. At least four dozen milling about below. If they come up here we’re sunk, but they seem to have missed us.