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[cotw-aubreywilson]

[Pip-Boy Journal Speech-to-Text Protocol Active, beginning transcription:] Personal Log, October 27, 2287. It’s been 5 days for me.  Five days since the world was destroyed in atomic fire.  Five days since Nate was shot in cold blood and Shaun was ripped from his arms.  Five days since I crawled out of the tomb that is now Vault 111 and started trying to figure out how this new world works. ... Thank god Codsworth is still here. I don’t know if I’d be able to handle it if he weren’t.  He’s been a rock while I try to get back on my feet. ... I suppose I should start at the beginning, now that I found this journal.  The world ended on October 23, 2077 around 9am, if I remember correctly. My family and I ran to the Vault and were cryogenically frozen against our wills.  At some point we were unfrozen, and Nathan West, my husband, was killed while trying to protect my son, Shaun from three unknown assailants.  Then I was refrozen.  I don’t know for how long.  When I was unfrozen again, I tried my best to revive Nate, but he was too far gone.  The rest of the cryopods had all malfunctioned as well.  Aside from myself (and Shaun, I hope), no one survived.

I left the Vault and returned to Sanctuary Hills, my home.  I was able to reunite with Codsworth, who amazingly enough, was still functioning.  At his prompting, I traveled to Concord in search of help, or at the very least, clues as to who took my son and where.  I found no sign of Shaun or his kidnappers, but I did rescue a group of five refugees from the Quincy area.  They’re now living in the remnants of the Rosa family’s house, across the street from mine.  They have plans to set up a greenhouse with some crops they managed to transplant.  I also assisted a small family farm to the east of here with some ‘raiders’ that were threatening and harassing them. ... Despite my attempts, I was unable to reason with them or reach any sort of diplomatic agreement and I was forced to defend myself... with lethal force.

Once I’d assisted the farmers and refugees, the leader, Preston Garvey, approached me; asked me to join a group called the Minutemen (with similar enough ideas to their namesake), and then promptly promoted me to General, of all things. ... I’ll have to find him a new one somehow.  I don’t mind helping where help is needed; in a world like this, a helping hand and kind smile might go a long way to getting help with finding Shaun, but I’m not cut out to be a general of anything. Not here, not now. ... My only lead on Shaun right now is a place called Diamond City.  According to the coordinates I was given, it’s in the middle of downtown Boston, near Fenway Park from what I can tell.  Granted, the lead is from an old woman who claims to have some sort of supernatural foresight, but at this point it’s all I have.  At least if it is some sort of trading hub or what-have-you, then I might be able to glean or find some information about who in this area is in the business of kidnapping infants. ... Which brings us to now. ... Codsworth has agreed to stay here in Sanctuary and help the new settlers where he can. Garvey and I are heading for Diamond City in the morning. He’s agreed to help me since I’ve helped him and his people. [End of log]

[coconutandcoffee]

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[seiner-kleinen-blog]

        Só queria poder parar um pouco de pensar em você. É tão difícil :/

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