Survivalist's diary

 is a Lore book in Wasteland 3.

Description
This isn't so much a book as it is a series of brown-leafed notes stitched together by rusted paperclips.

Transcript
Jan 19 One thing Sean didn't tell us about bunkers.

They smell. The stink of piss, shit, and unwashed human ain't got nowhere to go. Fucking reeks. Better than radiation burns I guess. Better than nuclear winter.

Feb 15 Fucking. Hell.

The. Door. Is. Fucking. Locked!

FUCK!

I got itchy and thought I'd take a look outside. Door's got no latch. There ain't even a handle! Sean's got some explaining to do.

Feb 16 It's a time lock. Thank fucking Christ. Sean said he set it for 5 years, so the fools who hadn't prepped like we did couldn't get in. I did 5 years in state pen, I can do 5 in here, long as the rations hold out. Which they should. We were all supposed to bring enough for 7. Might even have some left over for trade when we get out. Wonder what it'll be like out there? Maybe we'll be able to trade butter for blowjobs.

Mar 25 Can you fucking believe it? Paul brought guns instead of food. And fucking security robots! We're all going to fucking starve in here because that DICKWAD wanted to be some kind of wasteland warrior and thought the rest of us would feed him. Fuck! I'm gonna steal one of his guns and kill him. Least that way we'll have one less mouth to feed.

Mar 26 So, the others didn't like me killing Paul. Didn't like me eating him either, which is bullshit. I mean, are we survivalists or not? HA HA! Big joke! We're not! We're all gonna die here.

It went down like this. Sean held a vote and him and Susan and Blake voted me out of the bunker, so he went looking for an override switch to the lock. Turns out there isn't one. Also turns out he made a mistake when he set the time lock. He didn't set it for 5 years. He set it for 50.

Fucking losers. I hope they like bein' fried with marinated garlic.,

Location

 * Hoon Homestead: Inside the survivalist bunker.