Journal 9
June 19, 3 PW

I guess we arn’t all trying to be more civilized. While I was talking to the leader of the town (“New Hope” was what they decided to call it) another group of bandits came by to say hi. these ones had more than just baseball bats. These ones came in with pistols and a rifle. I ducked pretty damn fast underneath the mayor’s desk, but the other guy wasn’t nearly as quick. They shot him in the head as he was reaching for a shotgun. Since he didn’t need it anymore, I picked the thing up and shot through the front tire on the jeep they were riding. It flipped through the air, decapitating the rifle bearer and flinging the other two passengers out across the field. One landed on a spike and the other unconscious laying spread-eagle in the dirt.

Mercy is weakness. We cant let guys like this get the better of us, else they’ll come back just to show us up. I stand by what I did.

The rifle was damaged, but I think I can fix it. The pistols I took, and I need to find more ammo for the shotgun.