Year 2277, Robco Industries ™, Super-Duper Mart Terminal

Entry 001

I'm writing this to remind myself what i'm fighting for. I'm starting to forget things... it might be the radiation, or it might be the mutated mole rat meat i've been eating, whatever the case may be i need to stop for a couple of days and just write down the thoughts i still have. It's been a year since i left the west coast. I have no family that i know of, and my best friend Sam died one month before i left. He was a ghoul, he... he turned feral on me, i had no choice. Since then i've reached the east coast, and i can say it's very different here. People tell me that the capital is overrun with supermutants, and that the metro tunnels are filled with feral ghouls. I listen to GNR at night... that Three Dog guy sometimes gives you hope when there is none. There's a town called Megaton east of here, it's built around an atomic bomb. I met a guy in front of this super-duper mart that said he disarmed that bomb. He had a jumpsuit on with the number 101 writen on the back. He told me he grew up in a vault... i didn't really belive him, but he did a nice job clearing out the raiders from this place. He also mentioned that he was helping someone to write a book, about how to survive in the wasteland... what kind of a crazy person would start to write a book nowadays? He gave me some stimpaks, I thanked him and took shelter in here.

I traveled all this way because i heard of a place named Rivet City that's built on an old boat. That rusty tub of bolts gives me hope...

Maybe i can find a working boat here on the east coast and i can use it to cross the ocean. Sam would always tell me that Europe wasn't hit as bad as America by radiation, he knew a lot... he was just a little boy when the bombs fell. Ghouls... the curse of immortality.

In two days i'll leave for Rivet City. Bruce signing out...