*Written in small barely legible print, the writing is dug into the paper as if the writer was pressing down too hard when she wrote it. There are lots of words and areas scribbled over as if the person writing were frustrated.*

You know, I was starting to think that maybe Arklay wasn’t so bad. Besides the run in with Mr. Entrails I haven’t had much trouble with the folks around here. Just goes to show you though, never get too fucking comfortable. People are always out to get you. Usually when I go to Sam n’ Ellas I see Kim, and she’s nice enough. She even gives Detroit some scraps when she’s got em. And she’s never tried to rip me off. But tonight she wasn’t there. In here place was this fucking pin headed shirtless wanna be capitalist pig. He tried to charge me more than double what I usually pay for food at the diner! $70 fucking bills, that’s not capitalism. That’s fucking extortion!

I don’t have to tell you that I wasn’t taking that shit. I got up, gave that guy a piece of my mind, and and high tailed it right the hell out of there. I don’t give a damn if it was raining. I’ll find my own fucking food. They ain’t the only game in town. I make good money, they lost a good fucking customer. I don’t know though, I may be back to speak to Kim about this. I’m sure she wouldn’t like that this fucker is trying to take advantage of starving people. Another couple came in after me and he tried to charge them $175 for two meals…. either he can’t do fucking math, or he’s just plain mental. Either way, that shirtless fucker needs to get the hell out of there. That’s gotta be some kinda health hazard in itself. I mean I know this is the apocalypse but put a fucking shirt on!

If I was better at hunting I’d take my own meat and set up a little road side stand right outside the diner, I’ll show him what capitalism looks like. But, after I left there I tried to go catch at least a little something…. yeah, that didn’t work out for me. I still need to get a fucking gun.