I have become death, destroyer of worlds.

I am the sin eater, the ash walker, the hand of doom.

I am the Four Horsemen.

Kill Count - 28

I added 7 frag grenades today. They were donated by a dead man. He didn't start that way, but his actions made the change in his state of being a necessity. All he had to do was let me walk by. Walking towards me, telling me that he was going to kill me, he seemed surprised when I just raised the 10mm and shot him in the face. I can't be intimidated, I am already dead. He had the grenades, a .44 snub nose, CRAM, 2 containers of water, and about 30 bottlecaps. Getting used to using those as currency is going to be hard, let alone take serious. At the end of the day, I have a sack with about 300 or so of them in it. Preston gave me around 150 for helping his group out. When I asked what they were for, he explained it all to me. I do appreciate his help and hope to go back to Sanctuary at some point, but not any time soon...

I found his friends a short distance down the road. They were lounging in the shade, drinking vodka when I arrived. I retired four of them before the other three even started to stand up. I laughed when one of them yelled out "It's on!" Late to the party, asshole, it started when I put a bullet into the first guy's head. More ammo and a little more food, that is what they were to me.

Moving forward.

I kept my eyes on the city as night fell, waiting to see where the brightest lights were. When it dawned on me, I couldn't help but laugh. Fenway Park. "Diamond City" was friggin Fenway. I had no idea that you could see Fenway from Cambridge, but the skies being clear of pollution for 200 years does have some advantages. The night is surprisingly warm for October, but maybe that is just what happens after the world is destroyed by nuclear war. Warm or not, I still want to find a sleeping bag... My one hang up... I like the feeling of a blanket or something over me when I sleep. It probably has to do with getting under a poncho meaning mission accomplished and down time when I was in China...

So, here I sit, on top of a hill looking down at what looks like a nursery staffed by nothing but Mr. Handys and admiring the glow of Fenway in the distance. The nursery is an oddity that will be looked at in the morning. If their sensors are picking me up, they are not acting on that info, so I actually feel a certain sense of security having them as a buffer on one side of me. I can see for miles in every other direction, so, even all they do is serve as target practice for someone with more violent tendencies, the greenhouse serves a purpose of early warning.

The Pipboy says it is 9:17p. If I get straight through the night, it will be the first decent sleep I have had since getting de-thawed.