Olivia Remington.
11/09/2287.
Wednesday.
1:00PM.
Okay… so I REALLY shouldn't try to write after I've been drinking. My whole last entry is kinda all over the place. The last few days have been really blurry. Kinda like how it was foggy ALL FUCKING MORNING. I left Starlight and went up to Red Rocket, I could hardly see the entire time, and I was nauseous the whole time because I have SHIT for food, and Trudy and Carla didn't have anything good either. What I really need is clean water. Makes me want to build a water purifier, but I'd need a good place to do it. I'll have to ask Sturges for a copy of the blueprints we used to build the water purifiers in the river.
I'm at Red Rocket now with Dogmeat. I COMPLETELY forgot I sent Sheffield here, I walked into the garage bay, bumped into him at a workbench and screamed at the top of my lungs. Think I scared him more than myself. He's a nice guy though, when I gave him that Nuka Cola down in DC (no not that one), he sprung right up. Probably best for him to be here anyway. Since I'm not gonna be here all the time, I think I'll stock up on supplies for him. He's older and pretty beat down, and it's a nice gesture. A good head start for his new life.
3:45PM.
Supply searching turned into a job. How do I get myself in these situations?
I found a farm not too far from Sanctuary, met a nice family there; the Abernathys. Blake, the head of the farm, confronted me almost as soon as I walked through the gate. We got into a conversation about farming, and the poor guy lost one of his daughters thanks to a Raider gang. Those fucking bastards… I consoled him, and he asked me to go get a locket that they stole from the poor girl, and of course I said I'd try because I can't help myself. But they were all welcoming, I traded with his wife and helped pick Melons for their other daughter. Hey, 33 caps is 33 caps, I won't turn down money.
So I'm off to murder some more raiders. These fuckers are such a cancer, people are just trying to survive in this fucking wasteland, it's so infuriating.
10:15PM
Like I said before, Raiders are so fucking worthless. They have ZERO coordination, their weapons are shitty (except for that dickhead in the basement with the minigun, but still). They just suck. I mean, they had USAF Satellite Station Olivia occupied, but they failed to man it properly. They had two guards outside and one attack dog. So I went in, snuck around a bit to make it a little extra suspenseful, and then I shot all those bastards to hell. Dogmeat even got a hold of one of them, and I blasted him in the head with this sweet shotgun I picked up from a passing caravan. I found the locket, looted some supplies for Sheffield and dropped them off at Red Rocket, then returned to the farm to give Blake the locket. He was so happy, but I left before I could hear the rest of the family react. It's just too much for me right now. To see a family with their child. I mean, I know they lost one, but still, I'm envious. I miss my husband, I miss my son.
I'm going to find my son though. Maybe I'll drop by the farm tomorrow, I feel bad for leaving so fast now. I was so angry and so heartbroken, I just miss my old life. Guess that's my problem though, right?
Gonna find a drink and hit the sack. Goodnight Diary.