Piplog 5 - Megaton
Transcription Begins 08-18-2277 11:05
Megaton, it turns out, is a place. A shantytown built out of junk named after the unexploded atomic bomb sitting in its midst.
Yeah, you heard that right.
The locals don't seem worried about it. From what I could gather from the sheriff who greeted me at the door, they've been here and living around it peacefully since the war, descendants of people who couldn't get into the Vault. Do they think it's inert? Tame?
There's even some weirdos who look like they're worshipping it or something. I couldn't tell, I didn't want to get too close. Ha. Like watching it from a hundred meters away is any safer... unfortunately I know all too well that just because it hasn't exploded doesn't mean it won't.
Sheriff said he hadn't noticed Dad, but that didn't mean he didn't pass through. Guy's busy, I get it. Suggested I ask around, but I'm too shaken up by everything. The people, the sky, the bomb... I had to get inside, feel those walls around me. There's a common house that a lot of the town sleeps in, and while all the beds are taken they've let me cop a squat on a broken down couch up in a storage room.
That's where I'm transcribing this. Being inside helps a little, but these corrugated walls feel so flimsy, like there's barely anything between me and the infinite space outside. And I swear I can feel the radiation from that bomb even though the PipBoy's telling me I'm not getting any more rads than usual.
I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
I can catch my breath, but now it's all catching up to me. Dad. Jonas. The... the dead bodies outside the vault, and the bodies I left behind in my escape. I can't remember if I mentioned this, but I think I killed Officer Mack.
I don't want to think about it, or I'll freak out. So let's focus on finding Dad.
Sheriff wasn't much help, but he did mention a few places in town I can check. There's a bar, and a supply store. I think Dad was more likely to visit the latter, but there might be more people to ask in the former.
I'm going to ask about Dad, see if he's still in town. If not... maybe I can get a lead on where he went. I don't like the idea of heading out there to try and follow him, but I sure as hell can't stay here around that bomb.