We spent most of yesterday following the tracks through several rocky ravines. There were small pockets of muddy slopes or patches of dead grass between the cliffs. I've determined that we were somewhere northwest of Lake Quannapowitt where the railway came to a complete stop. They were buried beneath tonnes of debris such as fallen trees, medium-sized boulders, blocks of broken concrete from the nearby elevated highway & tonnes of dirt. After closer inspection I came to the conclusion that the obstruction was most likely deliberate.
South of the blockade, we had passed a derailed military shipment with an opened security cage & empty explosives crates all around. I think the tracks were covered to trap shipments & loot their cargo.
Near the blockade on the railway we found two seperate shacks, both showed signs of habitation in the last few months. Crossing the ravines were bridges constructed in similar fashion.
Today, me & Ada continued to investigate similar buildings in the vicinity because their make made me suspect the Raiders were active in the area. On the other side of the highway we found a series of shacks & those were inhabited. We met heavy resistance despite having the higher ground, mainly because they had plenty of grenades. I panicked when I saw one of them with a M-42 Tactical Nuclear Catapult aimed at us. The same guy wore a power armor frame with metallic scrap bolted to it. He finally stopped moving when I applied a sledge to his helmet.
Ada's limbs were severely damaged during the encounter to the point I had to carry her across my shoulders. It wasn't these people that blocked the railway in the first place but I'm certain that they had looted their explosives & power armor from that train.
We travelled back south to locate & check the last shack that Ada had been able to spot. I approached the shack with the minigun in my hands & a grenade within reach, not taking any chances. Poor woman stumbled backwards into a chair, under which her mutt had already scrambled. She was just a simple farmer that had left a settlement behind to dedicate herself to reclaiming the skills of growing crops. I was relieved that she accepted my apology.
I asked the farmer about the surrounding area but she didn't have much to say. The place suited her fine without others, people or anything else, residing nearby. She pointed to the only point of interest in the area & by that I mean the woman pointed at a few large objects that shone bright in the sun.
Downhill from the farm, parts of a crashed airplane jutted out of the ground. There were plenty of skeletal remains of the passengers around the place. Some still strapped in their seats. I located the flight data recorder & listened to the final recordings. I wanted to pay my respects, offer all of them a proper burial but Ada was there to talk me out of it.
Patrick Donahue, Survivor