Day 1d
Sorry again about that. Can't pass up a chance for a fresh meal. And it was Horned Possum, so I couldn't just let it go. About 3 feet long on average, with mutated antlers on top. Aggressive as all hell, and quick. If they charge, you have to dive to one side. Most other critters, you can backpedal and fire; damned possum'll just run you down.

Tasty, though. Goes good with roasted potatoes.

Anyway, I went down into the cave. Turned out, they had REALLY underestimated the number of shrews there. I had thought I could save bullets, take 'em out hand-to-hand, just using Disc. No such luck. Took almost 2 full magazines from my rifle to get them all.

In case you're wondering, Disc is something special I kinda made. I was scouting some ruins, and I found this collapsed stonework room. Inside, there wasn't much, just one old truck. It had been pretty crushed under falling chunks of the place, but was free of almost all rust. Nothing really salvageable, except one wheel still had the metal cover intact. All shiny and everything. I managed to pry it off, and I took it back to camp with me. Got smacked around a bit, because I didn't really find anything else useful. But I took that metal cover, and I worked on cleaning it, tossing it around. Found it flew pretty well with a little work. So I sharpened the edges. Cut myself pretty good on it until I cut a handle into one edge. Now, it's about two feet across, sharpened almost the whole way around. The handle lets me hold and swing it, or I can throw it pretty well.

In the end, though, I was able to drag some of the shrew carcasses back to town. Gave the farmers some
meat, got some for myself. The farm was saved, they're able to keep growing crops for themselves and for trade with others. And I got myself this shiny Bio-Comp. All in all, not a bad day's work.

Day 1c

I'm stickin' with this style on numbering things. This way, it's easy to tell if I make more than one entry in a single day, and what order they were in. And if I make them a day or more apart...well, you get the idea.

So yeah, we had just finished killing the giant shrews. They're really not too bad if you're quick, and you know what you're doing. More dangerous in a group, though, especially for novices like these farmers. They might've known everything about getting crops to grow in this blasted soil, but they weren't fighters. So, I naturally expected them to thank me for my help, and likely hire me to make sure there weren't others nearby.

I wasn't disappointed.

Turns out they knew of a nest nearby. A couple of the guys had gone in to clear them out, thinking they could handle it with little more than bravado. Yeah, it didn't go so well for them. They didn't have much to offer, but were willing to offer a sack of their crops, and the Bio-Comp unit.

Oh, let me just pause for a sec. I don't know when you're listening to this, or if you're still using Bio-comps at all, so might not know why I was willing to risk my life for one. It's a relatively simple device, created before the Cataclysm. It's about 3 inches long, jointed for flexibility. You set it on the back of your neck, and it clamps onto your spine. They come with a small reader that hooks onto your belt, and the Bio-Comp sends it your blood pressure, heart rate, general health, and so forth. It also has a Geiger counter, voice recorder, all kinds of useful things. And they're made with nuclear batteries or something, so they last nearly forever, it looks like. So, I went into the ca-...

Ooo, looks like I see my dinner. To be continued. Sorry.

Day 1...and a half? Well, more like 1 and 10 minutes... Damn it, let's just call this:
Day 1b

Okay. So. How I got this Bio-Comp. I've been a gun-for-hire for a while now, since the gang got wiped out. Hasn't been too bad, and most of the time I get to feel like I'm helping my species rebuild. Not really sure if that's a good thing or not, heh, judging by the gang that raised me. But the people I've met since then, really MET, have mostly been good people. And I've worked for them as a scout, a bodyguard, a hunter...even
just a killer, a few times.

So, a few days ago, I was wandering. Didn't have a set goal or nothing, I'd just been out in the wasteland for a while. I just...every so often, need some time to myself, to get away from the stresses of making a living by violently trading bullets with other individuals, mutant monsters, and so forth.

I found a farm, sort of out in the middle of nowhere. I say 'farm', but really, it was a bunch of shriveled corn and a bunch of shriveled potatoes. Not trying to be insulting, it's the same everywhere here in the Peachtree Wasteland. The plants barely grow, and when they do, they're wrinkled and shriveled. They barely feed a child, much less an adult. And this Geiger counter on my brand new, shiny Bio-Comp says they tickety-tick-tick.

But when I walked up, they were in a bad way. There were three houses, grouped together. I saw four men out there, including one already bleeding to death on the ground. And all that just from some damn giant, hairless shrews. So, I lent a hand. I mean really: three grown men, getting their asses kicked by three fucking shrews. How could I not help, regardless of whatever they might pay me...?

I waded into them. Honestly, once I joined in, I saw that even though the farmers had guns...they'd either run out of bullets or they didn't know how to reload quick enough. So me and Disc waded in. Within a few minutes, two of the shrews were dead at my hand, and the last one was dead thanks to the other three men being able to gang up on it. I helped those last three men carry their dying buddy to someone who could help keep him from dying, and then I cleaned off Disc as I waited for was seemed liked an inevitable job offer.

Day 1

Not sure how to start this. Never had a Bio-Computer of my own before, and I've never kept any kind of journal before. But, I just got this a couple days ago, and found this feature that'll let me record voice journals. So, I figure: Why not? This way, at least if the worst happens to me and some mutant critter ends up munching my hide or some nutjob gets a lucky bullet through my head, people'll know I was here. What I did. And hopefully, they'll know what killed me, and where they can find and kill it for me.
(*Rustling sounds of slight movements*)
I guess I should start with how I got this thing, and who I am. My name's Alex Gofer. Used to be a raider, few years ago, now I guess I'm just a gun-for-hire. My “family”, the gang, got wiped out by another band. It was the middle of the night, an ambush, but I managed to get away. Saw a few others running in the dark, but...eh, I just haven't really felt like trying to find 'em or anything. Truth be told (and if I can't be honest here, I guess I never can), I never really felt like one of them. We had some fun times, but...
Yeah, guess you can't hear a shrug. Need to get used to this.
So instead, I just took the rifle I had on my back, and of course my favorite weapon, Disc, and I lit out on my own. When I got tired, I slept in a gully. Sun rose, I walked again. Hunted when I was hungry, finally found some farmers. Not much of a farm of course, everything was shriveled, and I still say I saw some plants glowing. And I was tired of all the kill-kill-kill that the gang had said, so I just...offered to help them, trade for some stuff, and some water. It was nice getting a drink without having to worry I was gonna die for it.
Shit, I've gotten off on a tangent, now. I said I'd explain how I got this Bio-Comp first. Gaaahh, gimme a minute....!

This is a serial novel, focused mainly on the fictional exploits of one main character. Actual launch will occur Tuesday, February 12th, with new chapters posted every Tuesday. Occasionally, I will randomly post an extra in between scheduled posts, maybe even side stories. Other than this initial summary post, All posts and chapters are FICTION. This is a fictional work, and any resemblance to any persons alive or dead is coincidental.