February 11th, 2096. Fuckers killed all the men. I think they would have taken the women alive, but Maria and Selena opened fire, and some of the others went for their guns, so they shot them down, and some of the kids with them, if I could have warned them.
February 12th, 2096. Elena and Carmen and five children are still alive, being kept in a pen. There are more than 100 of these assholes in blue suits.
Every suit says 22 on the back. Why? Armed to the teeth with submachine guns, pistols, estimate 60% male.
Everyone seems to follow the dark-haired guy, but can't get close enough to tell. Girls are disciplined, patrols, sentries, they mean business. Say I go in at night and get the women and children out, where to next? But I have to get them out, have to.
February 13th, recon during night. Well-organized, sentries along most approaches, but STREAM not covered. Are they sick? Lots of coughing fits, tuberculosis? Women and children still in pen, will try to infiltrate by STREAM tomorrow night.
February 14th, they ate them. February 19th, ambush along Riverside Trail. Six males killed, heard their coughing a mile away.
Used their grenades to booby-trap bodies, kept half, secured six SMGs, 500 rounds, 10mm, six frags. February 20th, ambush along Riverside Trail. Two males died checking bodies, killed two more with rifle.
Shot one through calf and let asshole crawl off to spread message. Coughed like I'd shot him through the lungs. February 23rd, ambush half-mile east of Coal Pits Wash.
Eight males killed. February 28th, 2096th, ambush in the Narrows. Six males killed.
Took a 10mm through the thigh, steel jacket, missed femoral, lucky. Used turn-kit to make sure no blood splattered on rocks back to cave. Have settled traps along Entrance Passage, but if they find me, it will be a matter of time.
24 confirmed kills in 10 days equals one-third of their combat force. Not bad for an old man. March 2nd, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky.
Patrol was small, three men, screaming woke me. Point man caught under deadfall, panic fire ricocheted into the cave, almost hit me. Crawled forward and killed them all with SMGs, nearly used frags, stupid, finger and pin when remembered ricochets.
Leaving at once, no other patrols in the area, but they'll be searching Narrows for these three, taking as much food as I can drag with me and heading to cave south. January 13th, 2097, the coffers are gone, finally. All 34 that still lived, ate their dead for strength, then struck out southeast, victory.
Ten months of killing, all I feel is cold, they deserved every goddamn bit of it.