Log 010

Five Omolon canisters, two stimpacks, forty-seven scout rounds, ten ration bags. Think my ankle's twisted. Side's still all bruised up. Running low on water. Spent half the day hiding in some brush while a harvester circled overhead. May have to start hunting for food. Ironic.

Haven't seen anyone else yet. Don't know if there is anyone else at this point. Radio's just a lot of static. Need to be careful with how much I use it. Don't know if they're listening. Doubt they are. But can't be too sure.

Log 013

Five Omolon canisters, two stimpacks, forty-five scout rounds, seven ration bags, two pounds smoked venison. Ankle feels a bit better, side is still fucked up. That may be an issue.

Found fresh water. Nearly cried. Found some old houses from the collapse. Camped out in one now. May stick around here for a bit. May not. Don't really know what to do. Radio's still quiet.

Log 017

Five Omolon canisters, one stimpack, twenty-nine scout rounds, one Eliksni shock pistol, five ration bags, half pound smoked venison, one pouch berries, one pouch nuts. Ankle fine. Side better. Bit of a slash on right arm, bandaged.

They didn't all head for the hills, apparently. Bastards.

Log 022

Five Omolon canisters, one stimpack, twenty-seven scout rounds, one Eliksni shock pistol, four ration bags, two pounds smoked venison, one pouch nuts. Generally fine health, arm healing well.

Heard some faint voices on the radio today. Nearly shit myself. Felt hope for the first time since before the attack. Tried to respond, seemed they couldn't hear me, or didn't want to respond. Have to make contact. Would kill for a Sparrow. Wanted to keep hailing but harvesters showed up. Hauled ass. Seemed they were deploying patrols on the ground. They might know about survivors too.

Log 029

Five Omolon canisters, one stimpack, twenty-six scout rounds, one Eliksni shock pistol, four ration bags, two pouches berries, two pouches nuts.

Jana-9 is alive. Cried. Found her on the radio. Seems to be twenty miles or so south. We're going to try to meet in the middle.

They seem to be doing more flyovers. Don't know what's up.

Log 030

Four Omolon canisters, one Eliksni shock pistol, four ration bags, two pouches berries, one pouch nuts. Rattled. Alive.

Fighting those big bastards is a lot more terrifying these days. Just a patrol of four, but will be noticed when they don't report back. Ran as far as I could. Told Jana what happened. Trying to lay low. Fifteen miles from the rendezvous.

Log 031

Three Omolon canisters, one Eliksni shock pistol, three ration bags, two pouches berries, one pouch nuts. Hurting. Left arm broken.

They know I'm out here somewhere. Looking for me. They've got these big stupid dog things. What the fuck. The red ones are smarter than the guys on Mars. Much smarter. They know how to hunt. How to fight. Not far away. Nine miles from the rendezvous.

Log 032

One Omolon canister, one Eliksni shock pistol. Three ration bags, one and a half pouches berries, one pouch nuts. Losing blood.

Don't know how much longer I've got. Jana is coming. Wants to help. Don't know what she can do. Killed a lot of them. Can't kill whole empire. Scared. Hiding in a cave.

They're coming.

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