Well, apparently Heather has a bunker near Covenant...

I am sitting at her desk, in a well lit, air processed, fully stocked, comfortable little hole in the ground about four feet away from a fully functional set of T-45 power armor. We had a little talk earlier about disclosure... She had mentioned getting back to her "place" to pick up a few things, but failed to mentioned it was a fucking fully stocked bunker. At least we now have a safe house for anything we do up north.

I still would have liked to have known more details a little earlier.

We are staying here because, in all honesty, Covenant gave us the creeps. Just to get in they made us take some kind of test called the SAFE test. It was weird. I mean, the skin crawling kind of weird. We met up with "Honest Dan" inside. He seemed like a good guy that could take care of himself, so we had no qualms about just leaving his ass there while we got out of crazy town for the night.

It was an uneventful trip this time around. I am guessing it was because there were three of us armed to the teeth that no raiders screwed with us. I admit, I was a little disappointed. There is something about using the RSh that is just so damn gratifying.

My personal take on the people at Covenant is they are definitely hiding something. Heather thinks that they are all synths and Xao is going after the cannibal angle. I can't say that I agree with either of them. I am actually leaning more towards drugged water or cult. Needless to say that we opted to not sleep there because none of us wanted to be murdered in our sleep. Everyone a little too friendly and a little too evasive when we asked about the missing caravan. When the first thing out of everyone's mouth is "I love it here in Covenant!", well, it sounds a little scripted. We are going to dig a little deeper and press a little harder tomorrow.

We were all up til almost midnight talking and drinking. The two of them crashed about the same time and, of course, I have no desire to sleep again. This will make two nights in a row that I just have not felt the need. While I am not feeling any negative effects, I hope it ends soon because I am a guy who really love sleep, dammit!

I made use of the energy tonight by going for a walk outside around the cemetery. I remember when this place was almost kept up like a park to take your family and have a picnic in. Wrought iron fences, copious flower beds, dozens of markers and mausoleums adorned with flowers. It was a place that respected the dead and in a way, gave the living the means to commune with them in a non morbid manner. It was out near the central oak that I found an odd and interesting scene.

A skeleton lay next to a grave dressed in a pink silk dress, hands crossed upon its chest with a dried bouquet of flowers in one hand. The grave had been cared for and had many similar bouquets resting upon it. on the other side of the grave was a locked suitcase. I fiddled with the locks for a few minutes til my next course of action was to just shoot the damn things off... Not knowing what was in it, however, kept me from doing that. I left the case and a note on the kitchen table for Heather and Xao to give it a shot. I am going to drink a lot more alcohol and see if maybe I can pass out for a bit... Whether I need sleep isn't the question right now... I miss it and I want it..