When we opened the hatch, the cat jumped in and marched around the whole shelter, sniffing all of us, every wall, corner, empty soup can and piece of furniture. Finally, it picked a quiet place, sat down, and let out a deep sigh before taking a 12-hour nap. Its collar has "Sharikov" etched into it. What kind of name is that? Isaac mentions feeling a bit peckish. Ezekiel hasn't caused trouble and no trouble dared cross him. Zak is still relaxed. Lime is okay. Isaac has been given some food. No scavenges are being prepared until the radiation clears, which will be in a few days. The wasteland is full of surprised. Like this man on the other side of our door, knocking and claiming that he is willing to offer a lot for decent ammunition... Shall we trade? NOTHING WAS SELECTED.
