OOC Thread ____________________________________________________________________________ It was hot. It was always hot. The sun beat down on the worn out shack in the middle of the desert. Surrounded by nothing, it was a miracle the place was still standing at all. Ever so slightly, the rusted metal door inched open as a pair of eyes glanced out, searching the wastes for fluttering wings. The Outsider had taken refuge inside after nearly being overwhelmed by Cazadores not long before that. He hated the things. Giant stinging hellbeasts was what they were. Listening, there was no sound. Requiem let out a light sigh and stepped out, taking a quick glance around. He'd been wandering for two weeks now, collecting water where he could, and trying to keep from getting too irradiated. He generally stuck to safe foods. One could never tell how much poison was in the environment, and he intended to keep himself alive. The Outsider reached into his pocket and pulled out what was left of his old Power Bar, and took a healthy chunk out of it. It had the consistency of gravel and tasted about the same, but that was to be expected of food more than a century old. Requiem took count of where the sun was in the sky and closed the door of the shack again. Only a few more hours until it would be dark enough to travel safely. He set his rifle down on the bed and opened the old refrigerator, hoping to find something in there that wasn't there before. There was no such luck however, just an old can of SPAM, some dirty looking water, and a block of dried gecko that he'd put in there earlier. The Cabin had been pretty much bare, but somehow still seemed to be keeping electricity. The NCR was still pumping energy from the Dam to anyplace that would take it, and he was glad for it. Underground powerlines kept the entire state going, even out in the wastes. The building hadn't been completely devoid of value though. The Gambler had found some bottle caps tucked under a corner of the bed, and a med-kit held one of the most valuable things a Wastelander could hope to find, a few cases of Rad-Away, and a Stimpack. He didn't know how they'd been overlooked, but he wasn't going to argue with his luck. The only thing left to do until nightfall was to write, so he pulled out his Journal and flipped to the nearest blank page. Journal Entry 147 It's not looking too good. Nearest town's pretty far away. Lost a lot of time to them damn Cazadores out past Black Claw Ridge. Got lucky though and found this shack. Marked it on the map just in case I ever need it again, or if someone finds my body out here. Might do them more good than me. It could be worse though, the bed's not too bad, all things considered. Doesn't look like anybody's been out this way for quite some time though. Might be a good place to call a storehouse. Have to check in on it again once I get to Lost Trails. How long's it been since I left New Vegas anyway? It seems like it's been forever. Two years goes by pretty fast I guess. Happy Anniversary, right? I find myself wondering how everyone's doing in the Vault a lot lately. The Old Man's probably out of his mind still. Don't know why he can't see that we need to keep exploring. We have to rebuild the world, but no, not him, he'd rather hide underground and pretend that that's all that we've got. Damn I miss the place though. Still, it's not all bad. Got the caps rolling in back in Eureka. Can't believe how easy it was to set up a Casino out there. Business is already rolling in. Good business. Guess everybody's just been looking for a way to forget about their problems. May as well take a chance while they do it. Oh, I almost forgot, a Courier caught up to me a week or so ago. Probably should have mentioned that first, as that's what's got me on this fool mission. Lost Trails is looking for some new blood in the area. Plenty of opportunity for a gambling man such as myself. Looks like they've got Couriers just handing out flyers to anyone they meet. Still, seems legit, so I'm gonna check it out. Might be some interesting people there. Hopefully I can avoid the Legion the rest of the way there. Ran into a patrol three days ago. Killed them before they had a chance to report back. Never had a chance. Looked like assassins on their way to kill someone. Might have been me for all I know, but I doubt it. Still, have to be careful. The Bull's got eyes everywhere. Collected their gear that could be of value, their cash, there weapons, left them their armour though. I'm not a savage. One of them had a 44. Magnum. I think I'll keep that. Gonna catch some Z's before nightfall hits. I'll write more later, if I'm still alive. The Outsider closed the Journal, stuffed it back inside his jacket pocket, and took a quick drink from the whiskey flask sitting on the table. It had been a long day, and he was ready for it to be over. He walked over to the door, double checked that it was locked, made his way over to the ragged looking mattress, set his Pip-Boy to wake him up in three hours, and slept.