Arklay: Day 7, 2016 

So, Ben did this journal thing, maybe thought I’d do one too. Princess, formerly Dog, formerly Dogmeat, had her puppies the other day. Fucking gorgeous little things, could fit in the cup of my palm. They’re about twice as big now. I suspect this is ‘cause Princess is immune, and whatever mutation she had is causing these puppies to grow so much, or maybe they just grow like this? Who the hell knows? People have been really nice, giving me kibble for her and the little goblins, course what we need is water and I guess some venison? That’s what Silvy says anyways. Can’t afford all this, but journal… you don’t turn your back on a friend, and Princess has been the best damn friend I’ve had in years.

I don’t know what I’d do without her. Is that stupid? She’s just a dog, I know, even if she has a long healthy life I’m going to be there for her death, which fucking sucks too. Think I might keep a puppy… One more mouth I can’t feed, but I fear the end. It’s about the only thing I do fear these days… death. I don’t want to be one of them. I don’t want her to be in the same earth as them either.

Ben’s a cool guy, so is Charlie I like them a lot but the big news, Sinthia says she knows a female Cortez. I know it’s not like our name isn’t as fucking common as Smith, but it’s a shot right? Pops has us come here during the summers for hunting, maybe the rest of them are up in the mountains and the old bat’s house?  Need to find her, need to find what happened to him. Might go when the puppies are taken care of. Maybe this weekend, it’s killing me not knowing.

I knew with Lain. I knew with Ted and Avacado, Lindsy-Loo, Crazy Matt… fuck, that guy with the weird hat… Crazy Hat Guy. Damn… what a way to go, crowbar to the eye. Crazy Matt was a death this world needed. Hate that fucker, but I guess that’s a reason to stay off the snow. So many more deaths. Can’t say I cared for all of them, but still… it’s bad enough we have the zombies to deal with, and we got people killing each other too. God bless Arley a fucking paradise island compared to LA. Maybe I’ll write more later, I’m 13 in the red, no gun, to food, nothing. But I got Princess, and nice company… I could do without these emotional thoughts though. I like it, but I don’t see much good in it.

Rumors:
-There is something going around the 8s hotel. Has people freaked out but I haven’t seen anything of it.
-There is a woman that goes by “Cortez” (Could be family)

People You Woe:
Daimon – For water [$13-14]
Kitten – For health care and food
Charlie & Ben -For being amazing. [Bright stuff and water for the shelter] 

INVENTORY

Other:
Journal, some scraps of paper, various books to read, bandanna

Food and Drink:
-A fuck tone of dog food and some water [For Princess and Pups]
-Candy Bar

Tools:
-Crowbar [From Kitten]

Weapons:
Broken BB Gun