I've been busy.
I wanted to write earlier, but I was shooting down wild creatures. Three-legged hamdogs are the worst, because they can generate a shockwave with their voice. That sucks. I'm tired and alone, so naturally I'm at my best with my guns.
Whatever. At least I have help with me. I've given a scientist one of my guns and found a former security guard and gave him a revolver.
I thought I killed all of them, but then I heard a higher voice than the ones I'm used to. It was a little one. Probably the runt.
Won't be a problem now, under my boot and full of lead pellets.
Gotta go.
-T.S.
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