3:09 AM: Awoke very thirsty and a little peckish. Drank two water bottles and chocked down some more of the grilled roach. Need to head back to the vault for more water once I find more bottles.
Feeling the need to keep busy, and not wanting to leave home, I switched my Pip-Boy over to Diamond City radio and cleaned up the house to some familiar music...well cleaned as much as I could. For a while it seemed to help but then it was, well just too much. I can't go into Shawn's room for more then a minute and I see their faces everywhere in this bombed-out shell of a memory. All I could do was take his toy car before being in there was too much. Turned the damn radio off going to look for Cogsworth.
5:01 AM: Found him in the Johnson's house down the street, he must have killed some insects there, bloated flies the size of footballs, while looking for Nora and Josh. Glad I didn't have to take care of them myself since they look nasty…of course that didn’t stop me thinking about harvesting some of their meat. We spoke again and after comforting him on the realization that Nora and Shawn were gone he informed me that there were people in Concord. My excitement was short lived as he explained they shot at him. Despite that news anything’s worth a try. Who knows? Maybe there was someone from the government there and they didn’t trust a rouge Mr. Handy?
Spent a few hours breaking down some ruined furniture in the Johnson's home. Looks like someone set up defenses in their living room in the form of a short wall of debris. Found an old skeleton in the corner behind a fridge’s open door and a 35mm nearby. The remains looked very old, Mr. Johnson maybe? Gathered meat from the bugs and set out to explore the rest of the houses. I need to secure a safe camp before I head out into the wilderness towards Concord.
8:12 AM: Found a safe in the Sutherland house next door to ours, and managed to pick the lock! Found .38 and 10mm rounds, a hairbrush, $460 in twenties, Med-X and a one of those ultra-preserved blood packs, like the ones our medics carried in the war. Along with everything there was some sort of hand made pipe pistol. Took it all with me back home and stashed it in our room, if the rest of the world is like that I’ll need to keep everything I can scrounge. Also found another, reused, preservation plasma bag with some familiar thick orange liquid in it and the words "Rad Away" scrawled on it. Looks like the same bags I picked up in the vault and in a first aid kit in the topside lift control station, only they were standard military-grade issue. Getting hungry and really thirsty again. The air is so dry...
9:15 AM: Fiddled around with the weapon workbench at the Rosa's across the street. Whomever had been squatting here must have stayed a while. There is even a power armor station like the ones we had on base in their car port! Anyhow, broke down the extra 35mm pistols and use their parts and some of the junk I scavenged to modified mine...just like back in the service. I always wondered if I would remember how. Added a long barrel for distance and lighter frame for weight. After debating on it I used Josh's toy car for the screws and some duct tape to make the grip more comfortable. He won't need it...and if he is alive I might need this gun to find him.
I think I'll call it Nora, so I don't forget...
12:42 PM: Searching Jahani's house I found a metal box with "caps stash" written on it. Had 14 flattened nuka cola bottle caps inside? Been finding these a lot, one in our mailbox even. Some form of currency? Decided to hold onto them just in case. Also found that damn yellow trench he always wore, like he was a private eye or something. Well, it looks better then the fucking vault suit (+1 CHR) and should wether the elements better (+1 END). With the hat I found in the Sutherland's house I look like that Vault-Tec salesman now. Joy.
1:19 PM: After leaving Jahani's house I wandered into his backyard and something off into the overgrown wilds caught my eye. Tripped on the door to his root cellar and in doing so noticed three odd fruit bushes along the back wall. Lumpy little purple things with yellow leaves...but they taste good enough so I took all there were.
Guess I'll check out that cellar after I grab a quick nap.
2:29 PM: I'm so tired...fatigued even after the shut eye. I'll worry about it later, I need to push on and see what's in that cellar.
3:26 PM: Jackpot! Looks like Jahani was making a vault of his own: Cram, salisbury steak, pork and beans, Mac n cheese, Instamash, sugar bombs...not to mention some rad away and stims. On top of all that he had set up a bed too. That nut was always a few bricks short, to his credit he loved to talk about the coming atomic apocalypse…guess he can rest easy in the knowledge he was right after all. Regardless, this might be a handy spider hole if things go sideways.
Another safe is here...this one has an advanced lock, nothing I can crack, like that gun locked down in the vault. I don't know what's in there but there was $40 lying on a shelf and two bars of gold by the safe! Not sure what the dollar goes for now, but I'm sure gold still has value. Heavy, but I'm not leaving them here. Took all the tin cans and bottles I could find also. Will take a trip back down into 111 tomorrow for water, and I can scrap all the metal.
As I was turning to leave I realized there were some bottles of Gwinnett Stout down there! Hot and flat, but tastes like home. Left one, drank one, kept one. If only I could find a nice bottle of vodka...
3:26 PM: With that stout in me I'm feeling better, relaxed. Going to spend the rest of the daylight cleaning up the cul-de-sac...after I cook up some fly meat. Never thought I'd type those words...
Drug that cooking pot from the Russell's to our front yard by the living room window and after cooking up that bloated fly’s meat, spent the next six hours cleaning up.
9:31 PM: Wood, lots of wood, from downed trees, stumps and ruined furniture. Steel from old mail boxes and barrels, rubber from tires...even some wires and broken bulbs from a few street lamps. Plenty of scrap to build with. Left anything that seemed functional, both for sentimentalism as well as potential future use. Thirst came on again but not too bad this time, one bottle and I was good...and the roach I just ate has sat in my belly better then before. Let's hope the fly I baked agrees with me as well.
So there is our house, the Rosa's across the way, the Southerland's next door, Jahani’s, and the Johnson's on the cul-de-sac still "standing". The Smith's, DiPietro’s, and Frank's homes on this side of the street are all collapsed. I scrapped the larger piles that were around the foundations and a car fame, but I'll wait to try and clear the actual slabs off. Who knows? Maybe I'll find some desperate souls like myself trying to rebuild. Of course it has been 200 years, so the government must have regained control somewhere. Concord perhaps?
I only hope it was our government was the one left standing.
Tomorrow I'll assess the rest of the neighborhood and see what else I can scrounge.
It's late, I'm tired...calling it a day.
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