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Sunset on the Fens

Recording by Scribe Ellison

"The other behemoth?" The General's eyes go distant though her hands continue shucking corn. "It was down south, in the fens. I'd found a church standing in the swamp and climbed up to get out of the muck and look for a place to camp. I climbed to the top of the steeple and out onto the roof and suddenly I could see for miles. The sun was setting, reflecting bright copper and turning the air almost orange. I looked out over long grass and water and dead trees. That's where it was, the huge beast pacing aimlessly through the swamp. From up here I could hear it stomping and grumbling aimlessly to itself, not words, more like the sounds Dogmeat makes in his sleep. From everything I hear, Dogmeat's a lot smarter than your average behemoth.

"I watched it for a long time, as the sun sank and the light went from orange to blue. The behemoth only showed purpose when it suddenly lunged with its club to smash a mirelurk and tear it apart to eat. Otherwise I don't think the beast was really thinking at all.

"Nothing else moved out there and there was no sign anyone had been in the church since the bombs dropped. So once it got too dark to see the behemoth I went inside and set up camp.

"The next day of course I had to take a huge detour west around the monster that had me slogging through the swamp an extra four hours. When I finally got to Somerville Place I greeted them with, "The Minutemen are here to help, but first can I dry my boots at your fire?"