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Personal Journal Entry 1: Charon

How do you work this thing? I – unintelligible grumble- stupid thing.

I left Underworld. My contract bought by some smoothskin -

(female voice in background) Alice!

Who is forcing me to use this ridiculous audio-thing. It's hard to really tell she's a smoothskin, done up in that giant armor she looks more like those brotherhood assholes who take potshots at us if we wander too far from Underworld. You can always tell a smoothskin though, the way they talk and walk; ain't like us.

They're always different, so sure of themselves. They ain't stuck in a world that hates them just for existing, and now I'm owned by one. I hated that bastard Ahzrukhal, but I don't like this smoothskin much either.

Ahzrukhal is dead, evil son of a feral deserved it. We'll see how smoothskin acts, or I'll just wait and do the same to her.

Personal Journal Entry 2: Names

We've been traveling for six days. She has me wrapped up in one of them suits like hers. Damn things are stuffy, but they keep the bullets out and air in. No one can see my face now. Walked into a trader's camp and no one even knew I was a ghoul until I talked. No one called me zombie.

They call smoothskin 101, but not like they call us zombies. It's like, an award or somethin. They say she's from a Vault, that she helps people. I heard the name a few times from that radio in Ninth, when I could hear the damn thing over all the noise. Three Dog talks about this 101 kid a lot. Most of the news follow her.

I dunno, most legends never live up. Still, she keeps me safe, even brought me a gun she fixed up. Shoots rail spikes. I forgot what it was like fighting all the time, guess I got soft in Ninth throwing the drunkies out.

We're heading to Megaton, apparently she has a place there.

Personal Journal Entry 3: Martyr

Saved some unarmed idiots today, a group of escaped slaves. She gave 'em directions to some place in the downtown hellhole. Monument, I think I remember the one near Underworld. Got to be crazy sending two unarmed fools there, practically suicide. Guess death is better than slavers.

They wanted to know my name, cause I toasted the Yao Guai chasing em, She said my name, but pronounced it wrong. Everyone's always called me Sharon, some damn girl's name. She said it with a K.

I was mad, stupid smoothskin can't even say my name right. I waited. Once they left I told her off. She said nothing, just stood there. Watching me yell at her. I couldn't see her face, I've never seen her face. Once I stopped she explained. She told me my name was greek, it was a legend.

I don't even know what greek is. A mutant group? She said it was an old legend, pre-war. A man who ferries people to death. Taking them down a river she called Styx. Must be all those damn books she keeps picking up.

Charon. The ferryman.

Personal Journal Entry 4: Alice

Smoothskin doesn't tell me much, just keeps making sure I have whatever I need.

I wonder where she came from, did she really come from one of those Vault things? She stays quiet a lot of the time. She has even been leaving her radio off the last few days, not playing GNR from that device on her arm like she used to.

We've been traveling for twelve days. All I know is her name. Alice.

Personal Journal Entry 5: Megaton

We reached Megaton today. A rusting out shell of a town. Huge bomb in the center too, suicidal idiots. I never missed Underworld until now. All those big pillars, carpets. No bomb in the middle just waiting to erase the place. Nice doors, no dust, complete roof. The museum, even being in D.C., is a lot better than here. This place barely keeps out the dust. People are all covered in dirt, can barely tell who is what color, everyone is brown from the dirt. No raiders though, surprised. Looks like this place would follow over with one swift kick.

Went to her place, light comes in through the walls, old bullet holes and rust. Place is barely warm. Why does she stay here? There is better out there. Enough caps to live in Tenpenny with all the other bastard smoothskins. I get the feeling she's been there, didn't like it. Underworld would take her, I heard Caroll offering her a room cheap, despite Greta's grumbling, before we left. Even hear that she knows Three-Dog. Why here? Rusting nothing town, in a house with no stove.

Personal Entry 6: Masks

She took the helmet off. I don't know what I was expecting.

Not that.

She's a smoothskin, but different. Too young, too fragile to be in the wastes. Practically a kid. How does she even walk with the armor on?

Scars too, old wounds. Pockmarks from bullets, a few slashes, the healing burn. That thing on her arm, I always thought it was part of a suit. It obviously is part of her. Couldn't even remove it without chopping off the arm. She calls it a Pip-boy. Says it's a Vault-thing.

Such sad eyes. Only recent ghouls look like that. Not smoothskins, not pretty humans like her.

Do they know what she looks like under the helmet? Does she wear the suit to protect herself, or to hide? I never thought these things. . .but I don't want to take the armor off either. It's nice, having no one know who you are. They can't judge you with the mask on.