Recovery A2

Months of finding food is getting harder. Shopping centres of rotten foods has been best for fertilizer for the few safe growing vegetables.

No tinned food, all gone. Clothing around here had to be altered, I used a sewing machine. Doing with what little I can find.

The experiments that make me prepare to adapt to radiation poisoning has been highly effective of my health. I can walk know dead lands and harvest untouchable and untapped food sources. It makes me think about why some areas are untouchable and why others are picked clean of everything.

So it gives me a clue that there was a lot whom did travel through here, whom have survived and had not been inside vaults or dome cities. I haven't even encountered a single bird or vermin in my seek for food resources. The tracks in foot prints have been to old or to misshapen for any clear indication of what really is.

I have made recored of these tracks, in case it comes in handy of what I encounter. If there are mutant things whom would trade...

I did once joke about begging trade with cats. What a solem existence to learn how to coexistence with.

In my own curiosity... I know a pet shop near here. Do I dare it?

I want to make it worth while to trade with them if I must.

Or accept becoming the pet of once someone I used to call a pet.

The strange thoughts one rants out of boredom and wish to socialize with anything.

Even a working computer would be amazing right now. A machine ai are just as easy to talk to as it would be to talk to creatures.

Anyone. Anything.

The isolation hurts.