Log 1: Into the Unknown (October 23, 2017 at 1:00 P.M.; Road to Our Town)
"There were no survivors... Only me."
Leaving the abandoned city of Manehattan, I vigorously took off through my superbike and fought my way to Our Town. The tracker sensed off-the-chart readings and I decided to investigate the town for remaining survivors in the first spot. Taking out my compass, I put it into the front of my bike. Heading west, I was greeted by Quadrunners on the way through. Some were orange and some were green. Their colour determines their aggressiveness and toughness.
I fired shot after shot to each Quadrunners. In due process, I pushed a green Quadrunner into one of the rocks on the road before destroying to pieces. Oil slicks were a pain in my flank. They were all over the place, so it was forcing me to multitask. Countersteering while shooting these Quadrunners was tantamount for death if I was not that cognizant. They were a distraction. Fortunately, I slammed most of these Quadrunners with force towards obstacles before dashing through.
Then, it came soon to realize that I should conserve my energy at fighting these driving beasts. I was getting tired from a lack of rest. My focus was slowly losing. More Quadrunners were blazing into the road like some drunk pegasus who was darting out of nowhere. There were more rocks closing to my path as soon as I was approaching the road to Our Town.
I was eventually greeted by a speeding Quadrunner, which happened to be a blue one. Glad I took my engine to the full level. They were notorious for dashing towards me and it could kill me sometimes. A few minutes later, I was starting to see the glance of the town, only to notice that there were no survivors. Houses were empty and rotting, but thankfully, no Quadrunners were tailing at me.
I was starting to notice a pattern here... These Quadrunners were targetting me. This was the start of my worst nightmare.