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04/11/11(Mon)19:05 No.14561154Journal Log: Day 119 We struck at night. I took down the shooting deck sentry with an arrow through the lungs. He fell off, made some noise but didn't attract any attention. We set up some yowler traps around their front door and waited. Two hours later, someone came up top looking for the guy and called out. Two more went out the front door looking for him. They fell into the yowler traps and.. well they do nasty things to human flesh. the guy on the roof and the two trapped were put down by rifle shots. The last guy came out with hands up and screaming surrender. We tied him up and went about checking out their camp. The cabin was cozy if small, well built. We bagged all the equipment. The survivor.. none of us could shoot him in cold blood, so we stripped him nude and set him off in the wilds with a blindfold and his arms tied. Let nature decide what to do with him. Our haul consisted of 6 pistols, 3 rifles, an actual katana, some knives, our missing plate armor, handcuffs, the salt team's stolen food, some sparse medical supplies, a few books, two sets of BDU's, firecrackers, a can of pepperspray and box of Monopoly (yes, the board game.) We're dragging it back to town. We're in mostly uncharted territory but I know how to get us back on the map, that's what I'm here for. I took a moment to look back at what I've been through, combined with what we did.. What has this place turned me in to? I have no guilt over killing people now, even if they were bandit murderers. Even that guy guy from the first week. I didn't even bat an eye or even consider not killing these guys when it was time. My conscious didn't even try to hold me back from shooting. This world is full of vicious predators and it's turning me into one too. Even if I could to home, I don't think I could live a normal life anymore. I'm a monster. |