Author’s note: This chapter contains a bit of strong language and may not be suited for the sensible among you. That being said, if you managed to reach this chapter, you probably wil not be bothered in the slightest.
15/11/2287
User signed in: Jet
Never would I have thought this trap we set up would end up being so goddamn lucrative. Becca managed to lure two traders in yesterday. There’s an awful lot of welldoers out there Ha! I’m surprised we haven’t come across any minutemen veterans yet. Would’ve loved to string one of those self righteous bastards up by his balls. Well, I guess that’s it for today. We still have to clean up the cellar, don’t want the marks to get suspicious before they get a bullet to the brain now do we?
16/11/2287
User signed in: Jet
The strangest guy walked into our trap today. I’m writing it down because I really can’t believe what happened.
So Becca lures in this guy, and well… He get’s suspicious, somethings sets him off and he goes nuts: starts lobbing grenades around as if there is no tomorrow. We all duck for cover, hoping to not get hit by the shrapnel. And that’s when we notice, we hear explosions but there’s no flash, no burns, no damage. So, we look up and what do we see?
The guys is throwing bloody rocks! Makes the noises we heard by himself, the pins being pulled off, the grenades rolling on the ground and even the explosions, all him! And there we are, just staring at him, baffled by what is happening and the guy starts mimicking a minigun and pretends he’s firing it at us, yet again he is making all the appropriate sounds. And honestly if it wasn’t for the fact that I was looking at him I would’ve thought it was real. Once the guy went through the door we heard him get onto a “motorcycle”, start up and ride away at full speed.
I checked my jet dosage five times, I have heard the stuff makes you jittery but I have never heard of anything like this. I‘ll have to stop using if this is the kind of stuff I’m tripping about.
18/11/2287
User signed in: Jet
Becca is dead.
She lured a guy into the store this morning but he never walked into the backroom. So we went looking for him but he disappeared. At first we thought he just never followed her in to begin with, even if Becca claimed she had seen him enter. Said he was some kind of fancy merchant most likely or one of those triggerman from Good Neighbour, well pressed suit and all. So we continued with our daily operations, as if nothing happened.
We just found her body, or pieces of it, stuffed into a dryer.
Demo is going mad, he is having the others go through every single crate in this dump, every fridge, every god forsaken washing machine and dryer, hoping to find the guy or at least where he has been hiding. If his ravings are to be believed he isn’t being very successful.
I’ll have to deal with it in my own way, at least that last trader had a batch of Med-X. My stomach still churns every time I think of it. Who the fuck would do such a thing?
19/11/2887
User signed in: Jet
We woke up to gunfire last night, gunfire and screams. He was in my room, the room I shared with Skitt and Mongrel. Now they are dead and I live. I saw him.
Demo didn’t believe when I told him about it, but the man in the suit knew I was there, he chose to leave me alive. He saw he had woken me up, pushed his index against his mouth and whispered something about it being our little secret, and then he pulled the trigger; a submachine gun. It ripped through their flesh like it was nothing.
I was paralyzed in fear, not knowing what to do. I ended up screaming for help. But just like he had appeared, the suit had disappeared.
I want to leave but Demo has locked the doors, says the suit can’t be allowed to leave. That he is his. But I know now, the suit is death. It is we that won’t be leaving. Not until he’s done with us. I tried to warn Demo, but he says I’m just a junkie…
20/11/2287
User signed in: Jet
Nothing. Nothing but deafening jazz music today. I didn’t understand anything it said but it played through the intercom all day. I don’t know how he did but the suit managed to tap into it. Something about “Ji ni ragratta ryen”. Whatever that means.
On the top side we all lived today, but Demo still refuses to open the doors, I need to leave. To see the sun.
21/11/2287
User signed in: Jet
The lack of progress in finding the suit and his lack of action have started to wear down everyone. Demo is constantly itching for his gun and Klay doesn’t ever take his hand off of his blade. Without Skitt and Mongrel there’s just three of us now. I’m afraid they will turn on each other, or worse yet that they’ll turn on me.
We ran out of drugs today.And the music hasn’t stopped. It’s always the same song looping around our heads. Is he trying to turn us crazy, to get into our heads? I want to leave.
22/11/2287
User signed in: Jet
It all happened so fast, one moment I saw Klay walk through the hallway that connects the storefront to the warehouse, the next I see a stone falling down from the ceiling. I wanted to warn him, but I was too late. The suit dropped a mine in front of his feet through one of the seems in the ceiling. Demo and I ran upstairs, weapons at the ready, but yet again nothing.
Demo still refuses to let go. Says he will kill the motherfucker before he would even consider leaving.
After Klay was turned into the red paste that now covers the walls, Demo went nuts and absolutely destroyed anything electrical. He ended up reaching his goal of shutting down the intercom. The silence is almost more terrifying than the music.
23/11/2287
User signed in: Fuck that Junkie
I didn’t expect I would ever get to use Jet’s old terminal. The stupid junkie has always guarded it like it was his child, even when he was drugged out of his gourd. He tried to leave today. And I killed him. After all everything pointed to him.
I found a note in Becky’s stuff, he wanted to fuck her and she refused. So I figured he must have killed her in his anger and tried to hide her body by cutting it into pieces like that. Then of course he was the only one near the others when they died. He had to be it.
But I was wrong, as soon as I realized what I had done, I heard someone clapping. I turned around to see him; the suit. He laughed at me and called me by my name.
“Demo,” he said, “I’m impressed with your little setup here, the whole lady in distress thing you guys had going. Very convincing. Too bad for her I don’t like to be lead into traps, even if I’m the one to spring them.” He took out his revolver and pointed it at my head.
“Now you’ve got two options. Either I finish the job, or you are going to work for me.” He declared before leaving out of the back with a shopping cart full of green paint.
Obviously I chose the second option. I’m not sure whether I’ll do as he says though. He wants me to go to some derelict building in the center of the business district. Told me specifically not to harm the mirelurks for whatever reason. I’m leaving regardless. After these last few days I really need a drink. Let’s hope he didn’t do the same to the combat zone.
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