Journal Entry #1
Appalachia, Day 42:
74F, sunny and clear. After finding toilet paper at the Super Duper Mart, I returned to my camp only to discover a stranger had made himself comfortable at my home. After a moment’s confusion, I realized it was Chad from the Vault. After a brief chin wag recalling “good times” at 76, he asked me for some purified water and dog food. Being neighborly, I happily shared what meager resources I had and he went on his way.
Appalachia, Day 43:
64F, rainy. Chad returned to camp today, after setting up a tent nearby. I was attempting to build a port-o-potty and kept hitting my thumb with a hammer as he rambled on about molerats. Asked to “borrow” some stimpacks. I told him I only had 3 and gave him 1 (I have 18). He then said he had somewhere to be.
Appalachia, Day 44:
78F, whatever. Woke up to Chad grinding away at my armor station. Helped himself to some of my leftover dog food. Proceeded to get drunk and thought it would be funny to climb on my power armor. I went a short distance away and vented my growing frustration by shooting some trees.
Appalachia, Day 45.
I shot Chad in the face. Great weather today.