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###INCOMING TRANSMISSION### source: outpost M-48 author: Jack "Sarge" Carter subject: Raiders and Bugs ---BEGIN MESSAGE--- Although there was noticeable communication barrier between me and Emily, eventually I managed to teach her through gestures and simple words. Given her wild nature, she's now somewhere between a dog and a child. Although she doesn't talk beyond a couple of whines, moans and "barks" she does learn pretty quickly. I'd call that a progress. We had to abandon our shelter about two days ago. Apparently our presence has attracted some unwanted attention. Pirates. So it was the two of us plus dog, armed with bow and spear, against a group of at least 15 drunken bastards armed with firearms - ranging from small handguns, machine pistols, and a couple of assault rifles. I did have some nasty suprises prepared just for the certain occasion, but I knew too damn well that we had no chances - That was the bad news. The good news was that I finally found out what was the source of those scratching and chittering noises we heard during the night. Apparently the yelling and the gunfire had disturbed the residents of those caverns I noticed earlier. Bugs. Big, ugly and mightily pissed off bugs. Emily had brilliant idea of turning the chaos up a couple of notches, grabbed a torch and started a few fires, the crazy pyromaniac. When you're given an ex-machina, you take it, so I grabbed Emily, whistled at Serina and the three of us ran as fast as we could away from that shitshow. I have a feeling the universe is going to keep throwing crap like that at me until I either go crazy, die, or through some god damn miracle I pull through and get off this forsaken rock... Only time will tell. ---MESSAGE END---