October 20, 2077

Three Days until the End of the World

And here we go. The End Game. The time I see if my last three months has been worth something. Until I see if I've doomed us or saved Kelly and myself from a horrible death.

I've rented the largest, most powerful, most paranoid survival freak oriented RV I could find. The thing is massive and built like a tank, but according to the cavern measurements I've found will fit, abet barely. It has everything. A full power generator, air and water filtration, radiation shielding, even a decontamination shower and a pop out airlock. It literally is a mobile fallout shelter. Kelly thinks I'm insane for getting it and even more so when she saw all the shit I packed in it. She asked me if I was getting ready for the end of the world.

So I told her. I told her I've been having dreams and a sinking feeling that if its going to happen, its going to happen this weekend. Call me crazy, call it paranoia, but I just wanted to make sure she was safe. She thought it was sweet, in a psychotic kind of way, and decided to humor me. If the bombs drop, we're safe. If not, we have a odd but romantic weekend playing out a fantasy that we're the last man and women in the world and have to repopulate the Earth... but I have to help her put everything we took of hers back in her apartment.

What I didn't tell her is I robbed the hell out of our job and took out a loan to buy equipment.. By now I know how they stock and how the inventory works so I was able to rip it off royally. I have chems, food, weapons, and every upgrade for my Pipboy I could find.. Tons of holotapes, lots of library books that are not getting returned. Only way I could be more prepared is if I was sitting in a Control Vault.

I managed to also find a Pipboy for Kelly, but its only a 2500 LTE, which lacks some of the fun extras like the built in motion detector and the Geiger counter, though it could mount one of the two in its upgrade slot. Still, its a step up from the 2000 she got as part of the RobCo Robot Repair Certification Program she was attending. She squeed.

I picked up a portable transmitter for a radio and packed it in the back. I don't need it for short range stuff, but for long range its useful. I have rope, tarps, tools, even dynamite. My hope is to be able to somehow block off the mouth of the cave, probably by burying it with Earth, and use it as a shelter. Between the rock, the isolation, and covering the front we should be able to keep the radiation level low enough for at least safe storage to open up living space in the RV. Along those lines I have bags, shovels, wooden struts, tarps, and even a lead lined frame door tied to the roof of the RV. I've even got a full out seed bank for plating crops once the fallout's cleared. Seriously, I'm packed to the nines with shit I'll probably never even need because fuck, the goddamned world's ending!

I'll take that suggestion about letting mutating the second generation of cat. I think having "normal" cats to help take the edges off any mutations would probably be for the best, but in general I'm thinking intellect is more important than pure brute strength. If the feline master race is going to survive the nuclear wastelands, it will be due to their superior intellect and not brute strength. Leave the dumb muscle for the dogs. HEIL KITTY!

Either way though I'm probably going to repeat this mutation process over several generations until my Wasteland Uber Kitties are ready to survive the post atomic hell.

Thank you for your ideas and I want to know, that more than anything, you've served as a touchstone that has been keeping me sane and on focus.

If you don't hear back from me, its because I'm dead.

Wish me luck.