A Newcomer

Thursday, November 30th, 2287:

I ... I'm going to kill each of these filthy idiots! I can do nothing productive today! NOTHING! If I take a pipe, a bar, a broom I remember what they did to me. With each passing I give my insides it hurts and I'm angry even at my body, my breasts, my ass. I unloaded a pistol on tree trunk. I couldn't even sleep because of the level of hatred I'm feeling.

Friday, December 1st, 2287:

I ... I have to pretend none of this happened ... I mean, apparently this kind of thing is so common in these times that it's not as terrible as it was before the bombs, I ... I think. If I ignore this I think I can do something useful again ...

Saturday, December 2nd, 2287:

I feel useless. My son is missing out there and I can't do anything right around here. I'm afraid to leave and I'm afraid I'll never see him again.

Sunday, December 3rd, 2287:

No, I'm not ok and no, denying that these things happened to me won't make things any better. Hating me is not the solution either. I came from a civilized world, bad things happened, but there was a minimum of stability and order so that a person like me didn't have to deal with this level of violence. Everything I knew is gone and it won't be in a few months that I'll know how to deal with the dangers of this new world. But giving up is not the answer. So far I've been attacked outside the neighborhood, nothing prevents me from being attacked in the future. I have to keep trying, adapting, my baby depends on me.

Monday, December 4th, 2287:

I didn't do much today. Fixed a hunting rifle, patrolled a little near the north tower. I had to kill an attack dog, found some supplies near a strange symbol and after that I returned home to rest.

Tuesday, December 5th 2287:

I went out again looking for pipes for the water purification system. This time my trip to the dam was smooth. I came back with some old pipes. Hanna and Hector worked on their recycling as I set up the frame of what will be our water tower.

Friday, December 8th, 2287

Yesterday I patrolled the creek. Approaching the transport company warehouse I was caught off guard by a strange storm. The sky turned dark and greenish, the temperature rose, and lightning began to burst across the sky. With each flash, I felt my skin burn. The "Storm" lasted a few hours, but I don't remember seeing a drop of water fall.

I soon recognized the radiation damage. I took a rad-away and needed to rest in the cooperative. I took the opportunity to tidy up the houses there.

Today, I woke up early to the sound of people talking loudly. I grabbed my gun and sneaked out of my cabin. Raiders! It was not difficult to neutralize them. I grabbed my things and walked east. I found a barn with an old tractor and some mines on the floor. As soon as I entered the barn, I heard the terrible flutter of wings of those giant wasps. I killed one who tried to get through a hole in the ceiling. I waited for the second, but it continued outside. I didn't want to risk being caught again by such a creature, I took a deep breath, took courage, ran out and shot the mines. Looks like it worked, I heard the explosions and then nothing more.

I continued on my way and saw from afar a raider, they were kneeling and saying something, I approached and saw that he was burying a friend and mourning his loss. It's weird, but I could empathize enough to avoid killing him with a shot in the back.

I headed for Lexington on the way, found some medicine in a barrel. In Lexington, I entered the ruins of Super-Duper Mart. I wanted to see if there was still anything useful there, like food, tools and even some junk.

There were indeed plenty of supplies within the market, but the place was also infested with ghous. It was strange, I managed to stop some in the scream. Frightened to see those things running towards me, I shouted "standing still!" And ... some obeyed and crouched on the floor. The rest I shot down.

I found a body inside the market. It was smelling bad, but it seems the death was relatively recent. Beside him was a laser musket, similar to what this man in Concord used. Was this man a minuteman too? I tried to straighten the body into a more dignified condition, then took the pieces of his armor. Then I found a way out, I was already carrying too much and needed to go home.

On the way to Concord I was attacked! A Molotov cocktail exploded near me! Fortunately, in the heat of battle I felt nothing and managed to finish off the raider group. One of them surrendered, I thought of taking him as a prisoner, but ... I recognized him as a member of one of the patrols that captured me ... I couldn't stand it, I executed him.

In Concord, I heard female moans. I thought it was another girl in trouble and so I wandered the ruins trying to find the possible victim. I ended up seeing a couple of nasty raiders fucking in the middle of the street. I decided to leave them alone and went back to my neighborhood.

Saturday, December 9th, 2287:

I woke up a little sick and stayed in bed until later. I used the day to clean part of the neighborhood plumbing and fix some pipes.

Sunday, December 10th, 22987:

Earlier today a new person came looking for shelter in the neighborhood. Her name was Beatrice and we welcomed her. I thought about cleaning the other house next to mine, but we saw that its walls were about to fall. So we cleaned the house near Hannah's house. It was fast with the three of them working together. Beatrice had experience as a caravan guard, and we had her watch over the front entrance of the neighborhood.