Blank Horizon

    John Haley  June 4, 2045    6:45 p.m.      I have stopped for the evening, the desert is a brutal place to be during the middle of the day, the world being the place it is now, without seasons, just the nights to steal one from the hot days here. The ball of fire that was the sun beat down with a ferocity unlike any I have seen today, at this point I am about two hours from sunset. I crossed a vast dead plain today and saw no sign of whatever had been tracking me. I have a lot further to go before I reach The Last Outpost, where I will be able to replenish my goods and have some rest before I make the unsteady trip up the stability line where the ground isn't always solid, the ravine changes daily, widening, every since the bomb split the earth here it has widened every day consuming the land around it, only one bridge is maintained here and that's at Maro's crossing. I am told to be weary of the old bridge and that they are almost identica...

              John Haley       June 4, 2045       It is June 4th 2045, if you are reading this entry, I have been in the wastelands west of the great ravine for 13 days. I am running low on supplies and so I am going to make my way southeast from Narrow Gulch this afternoon, I am unsure whether I should travel by day or night, both present certain problems. Yesterday I was lucky to get away from something perusing me, I stood on the perch at the westernmost point of narrow gulch and watched the low dark figure slink a cross the valley, it is not the first time I have seen this, and it makes me almost certain, whatever is left lurking out here is following me. I am also certain that it travels on all fours, anything surviving out here is surely something I don't wish to meet unprepared in the darkness, I keep my spear close at hand and I keep the fire burning brightly, my lack of a good nights rest has me even more weary....