The Post-war Diaries

Diary entry 3837 day 3960 10 AW

Today is yet my waste for hope, as I continue to struggle against the cannibalistic tribes of the arizona's dry, devastated, landscape .I had tripped and gotten a gash in my left leg. I have only minor blood loss, but enough for a term of lightheadedness.I patched the wound up with a bit of what was left of a pack of scrap clothes.

I had wandered for a few days to get to phoenix. But my true destination was to head further south. what's needed there is that there might be some kind of harbour or dock. Near mexico, I had to head to a port in mexico, and hopefully not be bothered by the Leagues…

If anyone reads this, the Leagues are groups that snipe americans trying to leave the country, but what I want to do is find fishermen to thieve from, so I may have some food for a little bit, and to gather some resources and knowledge of their plans. The plan is to listen in there plans…I just misspelled ‘their’ in pen. I need to get a pencil or some charcoal, soon… there seems to be a marketplace near the center of this small town… I’ll stop there to get some more supplies.

But that’s a thing for tomorrow, i’ll try to pick up tradable materials as well, to try and trade with the Phoenix cannibal group: The Reds. You can get a really good deal when you give fresh or cooked meat, but when the meat is human or bloody beef. they’re all bastards, with good trades in the end. The thing is that all I need to do is get some raw human meat from a smaller weaker cannibal tribe somewhere in the phoenix metros. It will be worth it in the end.

After today,I’ll have to write some more important subjects and others, in latin, in hope of people not knowing latin. Latin is also good for other uses. Sadly, there’s not a word for everything in the latin dictionary