“'Lars Christensen’s Journal, 14th of May 2026.’
I recently stumbled upon an armory, full of broken guns. In the big mess, I found a working one. It was a sniper rifle. It had some writings on it, that said "
Домна, мой Мосин". I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean. I don’t even try to pronounce it. It sounds like Russian, Ukrainian or something like that. I returned back to my shack quickly, since I’ve heard rumors that raiders are in the area. Those rumors were right, I managed to kill two out of a party of five. The others ran away, probably alerting others. I can’t stay here for long. When I’m done writing this, I’m moving on. This wasteland must have some kind of shelter to offer. I just hope I can find one that isn’t completely irradiated. That’s all for now.”
C&C on the picture and the story. As you may have figured out, I was kinda inspired by Fallout.