Journal Entry #3

Journal Entry #3

EARLIER…
Vault 76, 1 Day to Reclamation:

Wow! Completed our final G.O.A.T.s today. Almost messed up on the final segment. That tool Chad from level 3 just drew a straight line down the multiple choices, announced, “DONE!”, told me to eat a dick and took a nap. Met up with Jake and Amata for some Nuka-Colas at the cafeteria. Massive party tonight! Overseer dropped by for a quick pep talk. Can’t wait for that door to open. A clean slate…to remake the world BETTER than it was before. We all agreed to head out together in the morning and build a farm as soon as possible. Out there we can do anything, be anything. Be the best we can be.The Three 76ers! Tomorrow…it begins.

LATER…
Appalachia, Day 53:
So. Not dead…I guess. Woke up feeling revitalized outside Vault 76, 82 miles away. No really…what the fuck??

Appalachia, Day 55:
After 2 days of walking and filled with unanswered questions, I returned to the diner where I gasped my last breath. In the spot where I lost consciousness was a simple paper lunch bag. The Pie…was gone. Opening the paper bag I found (impossibly) over 200 pounds of scrap metal. I kept pulling it out…and pulling it out. A perverse distortion of all known laws of physics. Since Reclamation Day I have seen floating heads, levitating trashcans, heard dogs barking and potato chips being eaten…noises from an undetermined source. But this? This is the equivalent of a dumpster bin of junk STUFFED into a 6×10 inch bag. My head hurts.

Appalachia, Day 58: 71F, clear & bright.

Back at camp (finally). Bounty still on my head. It’s been weeks now and no sign of Jake or Amata. Frustratingly, I have seen other members of the vault scattered throughout the state. My attempts at contacting them have been wrought with irritation. Its unclear if exposure to residual radiation has destroyed their vocal cords, but a friendly gesture such as gifting essentials in a paper bag is met with a heart or they simply jump up and down at unusual heights before running off at a 45 degree angle shooting at the sky. My attempts to form both family and community for ensured mutual survival continue.

Appalachia, Day 59: 68F, rainy.

I have planted a few items, but the land is unforgiving. I constructed a meager shack out of scrap wood to provide shelter from the elements. Inexplicably I can’t attach one wall to another and for some reason the building will explode randomly before quietly putting itself back together. Concerned the ongoing case of rad worms is causing visual hallucinations.

Back at The God Damned Vault, Day 60:
A visitor to my camp yesterday evening greeted me with the universal symbol of love and I momentarily felt that this isolation would finally end. However, he proceeded to punch me in the face and groin repeatedly until I lost consciousness. Back outside 76. Again.

I defecated on the stoop and once again will spend 2 days walking back to camp. I am, however, bounty-free. Must find tactical nuclear devices as soon as possible.