Excerpt from the Journal of Diedryck Waylan:
If I only had a nickel for every time we started this journey… Well I would have fifteen cents.
The first time we left the vault it was exciting. After we returned from an almost deadly encounter with a bear… the second time was somewhat discouraging. After the rad roach… well you get the point. But we finally made it out on our own. Third time’s the charm.
Of course we could not have chosen a better place to seek refuge for the night. We thought it was a great idea to barricade ourselves in the remains of an old abandoned shell of a house. It is funny how we locked ourselves in with some giant spiders in the basement. Even after we took care of the spiders we couldn’t leave the house because there were crazy people outside running around at night.
However, we had to leave. Water and food were not in great supply. So three of us decide to check out the prospects around the general area. Do we find water? No… we find a suicidal ghoul pulled by zombies half way through a police car window and left to die. Or should I say undie. Evidently, the ghoul tells us that the horror films from the past were not all false. There are monsters in the night and they are not nice. Either way, we befriend this interesting fellow named Harman and help him out of his bind. In return he tells us of a place where there are some people. Normal people. Well as normal as we could expect for people living in a real life horror film.
And where there are normals there should be water and food. Of course we check it out. Unfortunately, the fence around what looked like the remains of a school was torn down and the front of the building was wide open. Upon further inspection we find the water source. Not extremely radioactive but not completely safe by our standards. If push comes to shove we might have to chance it. But we still have a moderate supply of safe water.
And guess what jumps out of a closet to try and eat Art and me. A zombified person. I guess that is a word. If not, it is now. Somehow we made it out alive. Art might say it was his excellent aim and my honed self-defense skills. But I say it was all luck. Lady Luck seems to have smiled on us. I just hope she doesn’t ignore us next time.
Currently, we are en route to a supposed power plant run by ghouls, information courtesy of our ghoul friend. So far our friend has told the truth. I want to hope things take a turn for the better, but there is just something about him that makes me not want to trust him completely. I mean come on. He is like some kind of monster, right. But he seems genuine. Can a monster have a heart too, even if it is not beating?
The power plant should not be too much farther. The zombies don’t run around during the day so we can be relatively safer out in the open during the day. We should be able to rest during the day and travel at night. That is the plan so far, but we have already encountered three wandering zombies that attacked us. Luckily, nobody was killed. Thank you Lady Luck. However, our doctor received a nasty bite. I think we should keep an eye on Tobias. Just in case something happens to him. Normally I would say that it is ridiculous for someone to turn into a zombie. But everything seems to be out of one of those horror movies I have heard about from before the War.
I wished more films had survived. Most of the films did not make it. At least in our Vault some of the more popular films that did not survive were turned into plays. They were written and directed by people who had seen the originals and thought that they needed to be preserved in some way. Then they were passed down and kept for the future. My favorite is Galaxy Wars. Of the three I have seen the first two. I just can’t believe that Dark Saber is the uncle of Duke Starfighter…