April,9, 2022
I'm lucky to have found this terminal. I can't imagine there are more than a dozen left in working order outside Battery City. I'll have to report back to Dr D. about this as soon as possible. Who would have thought to look for a working station in the back room of a condemned diner? That makes tonight's find especially lucky. As soon as it's light, I'll pack up my belongings, send a message to Dr. D, and head out. It won't be safe here after first light with those cop-bastards scouring the Zones as aggressively as they've been. Word on the airwaves has it they're gearing up for something big. If that's right this place will be crawling with Exterminators or worse come morning. They’re death in white-faced Halloween masks. Rumors of them lurking around are enough to give even the bravest of us pause. Out in the desert you either play reckless or you play smart. I learned fast which one keeps you alive, and which gets you ghosted.
I’m getting ahead of myself. I can't think of what might be. It's best to focus on the immediate, otherwise things get confused, emotional.
In times like those the only thing that helps me stay calm is to think of the Before, but that's an exercise in futility. I can only remember fragments anyway, though I suppose that's still better than most can say.
I bet by this time DtK is worried sick. It's almost 4am by this terminal's clock. I should have sent word back to them by now. I'm sure also the Twins are raising hell...
It's time for me to go.
[LOG END]
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