Ribs’re fully mended. Ain’t told ya,’ but ah won Fight Night aginst’ Ben Weber from the Shelter. Solid fight, guy was good. Reckon I was jus’ a lil’ bit better. Three weeks with two cracked ribs makes meh think otherwise, though. Ah wager a visit down the Shelter ta’ check up on ‘im oughta’ be nice. That’s right, ah kin’ be nice when ah need ta.’

Bin’ gittin’ new folks in, ‘hind the walls. Checkin’ inventory erey’ day, makin’ sure we ain’t gonna’ starve. Kinda’ weird hearin’ more racket from the louder ones, but reckon it’s expected as people git used ta’ a new home. Home. Finally feelin’ like one a’gin, back ‘ere.

More folk means more mouths. Hungry mouths. But also more hands ta’ find things ta’ help each other survive. Gotta’ plan a scavengin’ run soon. Only got so much shit on the Island. Kin’ only scavenge in the same place so many times, or kin’t we?

For once in a damn long while, I’m gittin’ hopeful.