13.05.202X - a small note, scrawled on the back of a newspaper ad

Was driving to Rosewood when I heard some commotion over by the school, the one area we hadn't cleared out. 

Met a guy, calls himself "Rufus". Seems to be an old-school hobo, the train-hopping type. 

Helped him fight off a horde of rotters. Apparently he'd been robbed and left for dead by a bunch of roaming bandits. 

His breath does stink, as do his clothes, but he seems kind at heart.
A bit of a philosopher, the "return to nature" type. 

 

Took him to base.

Apparently knows how to make moonshine. I shared a beer with him, and he seemed very thankful.
Offered him a trailer for the time being, but he said he much preferred tents anyhow.

Suits us perfectly. O Rh-, by the way.


16:00

 

Me and Rufus went on a fishing/foraging trip to the lake. 

Killed a couple rotters on the way and caught so much fish we could barely carry it all back. Also found lots of berries and mushrooms, so more berry wine it is! 

Going to have to see if I can find any sugar in the trailers.

Rufus got his tent set up and has to take care of some stuff, so I guess I'll just hotwire an old beater shitbox from downtown and use that to get to my Oshkosh.

That place is a gold mine, I'm telling you.

 

-Sayori Takahashi, soaked and happy