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[Audio File recorded 10/23/2287|13:25 EST]
Hi honey. I just wanted to say thanks for the holotape with you and Shaun. It means a lot to me. I just wish I could have listened to it before… Well, before everything. You and Shaun are the most important things in my life, and the only reason I was able to make it out of that hell-hole. Of course, now I seem to have stumbled into an altogether new one; and I’m afraid that this one doesn’t have a way out.
I don’t know how long I was re-frozen after you… I mean, after Shaun was taken. It felt like minutes, or hours; but then so did the time before that. Somewhere in there over 200 years went by. I have to believe that Shaun is still alive – that my son is still out there somewhere, waiting for me to find him. It’s the only thing that keeps me grounded, gives me a purpose in this shithole that the world has become. Sorry, I know you don’t like it when I use that kind of language. I’ll try to remember that.
Codsworth is still here. I didn’t see that coming. He’s the one who gave me this tape that you made. There was so much space left on it, I figured there was no reason to let it go to waste, and talking to you, even like this, is better than never talking to you again. I don’t think I could handle that.
The neighborhood is still here too, sort of. Most of the houses are collapsed or collapsing. I suppose two centuries of decay after the initial blast-wave will do that. Our house is still standing, so that’s something. Giant mutated bugs seem to be everywhere, though Codsworth and I managed to get rid of the ones that we could find while searching the neighborhood. Theoretically they could be edible, but I don’t think I am desperate enough to try that just yet. Not that I haven’t had to eat really unpleasant things during my time in the Army, but never ones that were made giant from radiation. The time may come when I have to eat them, but that day is not today, I am relieved to say.
I’ve gathered up all of the supplies I can find and am heading across the river toward Concord. Codsworth tells me that there are people still alive there. He also mentioned that they had shot at him a few times and were ‘not as well put together’ as he is. If you could talk to him you would understand just how insane that must make them, so I am going prepared. And well-armed. I found an old pre-war 10mm sidearm. I guess these must have been standard issue for the Vault-Tec security forces as well as the military. Speaking of Vault-Tec…
Something strange has happened. I read a little bit in the Security and Overseer’s systems while trying to figure out how to open up the Vault, and it seems like they were conducting an experiment. It said something about cryo-freezing people without their knowledge, which I figured out already, but it seemed to imply that there was something else going on. Something that not even the scientists and the Overseer knew about.
I feel different. Even during my time in the Army, whenever I was in combat, every muscle was tense as a guitar-string. My breathing came rapidly, and my senses were ultra-alert. Shi- I mean crap – I can’t explain it properly. You were always the one who was good with words. Anyway, my point is that no matter how many times I was sneaking behind enemy lines, exchanging shots with the enemy or even fighting hand-to-hand there was this… Intensity to it.
It’s only happened a few times now, I have been fighting against mutated nightmare-bugs and instead of feeling that familiar intensity I have felt… Relaxed. At peace. Casual even. Perhaps it’s just a dissociation because of the cryo-freeze, like nuclear-powered jet-lag; or maybe its because I am fighting roaches and flies the size of dogs and my brain just doesn’t process that correctly, but fighting feels… good. I feel sick for saying that, hell for even thinking it, but I haven’t felt more myself since waking up than when I am playing Wasteland Exterminator.
It’s probably just the exhaustion.
Anyway, I think I’ve put off the trip long enough. Time to head toward Concord and see if I can find some answers, or at least some leads as to where I might start looking for answers, there. I love you. I’ll be sure to talk to you again soon.
Fallout 4 Journal of a Super Soldier is an ongoing Lets Play for Fallout 4 Survival mode following the adventures and exploits of Nathan Alexander. Check back periodically for new adventures, courtesy of Jason M Brady!