Oct 25. 6:15 A.M. I did my inventory this morning and came up short. I shouldn't have drank all my scotch last night. Stupid.

8:45 A.M. Two people just passed me. A man wearing a bloody sweater and a man (I think) Holding a shoe box. I saw them with my binoculars and covered myself with dirt. They didn't see me. No one sees me.

9:15 A.M. They're gone. They are heading in the direction I came from. Fools. They'll be dead before sundown. Tribal people hate company.

12:30 P.M. What the hell happened to my desert salad? I need to stop eating and drinking so much at night. Canned beans will do.

4:00 P.M. I see a truck trailer with a bunch of ghouls hanging around it. I could throw my grenade to take care of the ghouls but if anyone's around they will hear. The truck might have supplies. I'm gonna do it.

4:20 P.M. Fuck me one grenade down and no supplies. I need to find a place to hide out for the night.

6:30 P.M. I found a car to sleep in. comfy. Let's see how the agave fruit has fermented. It smells strong. We'll see if I get drunk.

9:15 P.M. Drunk as shit. Agave you are my new best friend! Ammo count puts me at 12 bullets. Off to bed. Goodnight world!

Oct 26. 5:45 A.M. There's fire smoke about a mile up the road. Best be careful. If I'm smart about this I can rob whoever this is. I'll be heading out as soon as I finish this week-old Brahman steak.

6:30 A.M. It's only one man and he doesn't have much. He put out the fire and looks to be getting ready to leave his camp. The real question I need to ask myself is if this guy is worth a bullet? All he has is a little rucksack and the clothes on his back.

7:00 A.M. I'm currently following this guy. He walks sickly and slow. Let's see where he takes me.

10:15 A.M. Holy shit asshole here has a family held up in a house. I have my ear pressed against the door and I can hear them inside talking about food and shit. The perimeter is clear out here, I think it's time to do the deed.

10:30 A.M. These people don't have shit and this woman won't stop begging for her son's life. He's probably 3 or 4. What choice do I have now bitch? With you two gone he'll perish too.

12:00 P.M. I'm having some of this lovely couple's squirrel on a stick. That's about all they had besides some cloth and a few caps. I've thrown the bodies into the bathroom. I should leave here soon.

4:00 P.M. Here's a sign that says "food shelter and drink inside." The buildings gone. I wonder how many dipshits out there have fallen for this. I should become a cannibal. Life would be so much easier. Human meat is actually pretty good too.

6:00 P.M. I'm going to go ahead and settle down in this barn for the night. I checked it three times, no one is staying here. I'm still at 12 bullets since I used my knife on the family. I think I might take some jet now.

7:00 P.M. IWANTTOBEKINGOFTHEFUCKINGWASTELANDS!

9:20 P.M. My head is throbbing so GODDAMN hard! Fuck jet!