Piplog 4 - At Least I Won't Die Sober
Transcription Begins 08-18-2277 08:05
Okay, um, I’m back near those bodies now. There are three of them, uh, two men and a woman, and some kind of big animal. Cow, I think, but it has two heads? Christ. It’s got a big pack.
Okay, there’s some food and drink in the cow’s bags. Booze, mostly. Ha ha.
The… the first dead guy has some meds. I recognize the stimpack. I’ll take it all, see if I can figure out what’s what later.
The second dead guy has a pistol. A gun. I don’t know what kind. But I’m taking it and his bullets. He’s got a few magazines, too?
The dead woman’s dressed different. Both guys are just wearing, I don’t know, whatever they could find, but the woman is in some kind of leather spikey thing. She has a knife and… well, a lot more chems. Drugs, I think. Again, I worked with Dad in the clinic so I might be able to identify some of this stuff, so I’ll grab it, too.
A ways back near my first hiding spot there was this sign… sheet metal that someone had painted MEGATON with, with an arrow. The metal was old but the paint was new… okay, maybe years old instead of centuries, but you know what I mean.
I’m going to see what it is, just because it’s the closest I have to a real direction. Dad might have seen it, followed it.
It’s that or just hide here until something eats me.
Transcription Ends 08-18-2277 08:11