Journal entry 1.
June 3, 3 PW

There is a twisted, unmistakable beauty to the world now. Never in my life have I seen something so horrifically beautiful, something so wondrously scary, something so violently peaceful.

I’ve been out of the shelter for two weeks now. My counter busted as soon as I set foot outside, the poor pin hit 100 so fast that it shattered the glass. I guess I’ll have to get that fixed sometime.

I’ve walked through a few towns but I can’t seem to find the parts I need, and If I don’t find the parts within the next few months I doubt that I will be able to save my family.

I’ve decided to keep this log in the offshot that some creature finds me and kills me, or some bastard who’s looting corpses needs a fresh one. Should anyone come to find this log, and it be on a dead body, please do me a favour. Get medical supplies to what used to be Hockessin Delaware. There is a map under the file name of Home.

I just heard a noise. There must be people around. I’ll ask and see if they can help.