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###INCOMING TRANSMISSION### source: outpost M-48 author: Jack "Sarge" Carter subject: Serina and Emily ---BEGIN MESSAGE--- I've been getting along pretty well past the last week. First I met a caravan that wandered around my area - I've set up a camp in one of the ruins of a building, the place had some furniture intact. The caravan traded some furs of animals I've hunted for some clothes and even gave me a dog to keep me a company. It's a female husky that I named Serina - a name after very old and very dear friend of mine - a friend that I lost a long time ago. There's something about dogs and their unconditional love - her brown puppy eyes have that special sparkle in them and her tail wagging happily every time our gazes meet, as if she understood every word I tell her. Either way it's good to have someone to watch my back - and that might be more necessary now than ever. Last night I heard strange noises coming the outside of my shack. It was chittering, clicking, and scratching - like some kind of bug or something. The next morning I went out with my bow ready, but everything seemed just fine - except for some of my food supplies missing. Perhaps some kind of animal perhaps - although a very strange one, because the tracks it left were nothing like I ever seen. The trail led us to a cave entrance not too far from our base. Serina seemed nervous as we got close. I thought it'd be probably best if I secured my stash a bit better next time. A couple of days later I've heard another thief paying a visit to my stash - this time though, the sound they made was different. Imagine my suprise when I kicked the door in wielding a huge club in my hand ready to strike, only to realize that I was dealing with a feral looking woman. The moment she saw me, she let out a scream, and like a cornered animal, she launched herself at me trying to punch her way out of the desperate situation she ended up getting into. Needless to say she underestimated her opponent and ended up on the floor knocked out cold. Before she came to her senses, I locked her up in makeshift prison cell I've made out of one of the ruined buildings near my shack. I tried to talk to her to find out what the hell was she thinking stealing from a stranger, but to my suprise, her only means of communications were whines, growls and...noises. She didn't seem to understand what I was saying. And by the looks of things, she's been brought up among wolves - literally. I tried to communicate through gestures, mostly I wanted her to know that I mean no harm to her, and did that little pointing game from those old movies when people with a language barrier try to introduce themselves. As a result, at least I've got the girl's name - Emily... ---MESSAGE END---