Journal 22
July 15, 3 PW

Perhaps there is no hope for civilization. I talked to those guards and tried to negotiate a way to get some anti-radiation vehicle to go back home. When they refused I stormed in to talk to their captain.

You’d be surprised how little talking a corpse does. They had a mutiny some time back and just shot the poor guy. So when I saw this the guys didn’t think I should leave. Thought I might expose them.

I pride myself in being not only faster on my gun, but a better shot than a group of 5 soldiers. I cleared the base out, there were a total of 12 men at the end of the day.

I grabbed enough ammunition to last me for a life time (maybe a month considering how dangerous it is anymore), when I realized that their guns were different.

The military had developed a rife that utilized the radiation from previously used uranium core cells to charge their bullets. Basically, it’s the first in a generation of laser guns.

This sparked my interest so I went back to the general’s office.