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###INCOMING TRANSMISSION###
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source: outpost M-48
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author: Jack "Sarge" Carter
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subject: Serina and Emily
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---BEGIN MESSAGE---
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I've been getting along pretty well past the last week. First I met
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a caravan that wandered around my area - I've set up a camp in one
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of the ruins of a building, the place had some furniture intact.
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The caravan traded some furs of animals I've hunted for some
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clothes and even gave me a dog to keep me a company. It's a female
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husky that I named Serina - a name after very old and very dear
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friend of mine - a friend that I lost a long time ago. There's
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something about dogs and their unconditional love - her brown puppy
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eyes have that special sparkle in them and her tail wagging happily
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every time our gazes meet, as if she understood every word I tell
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her. Either way it's good to have someone to watch my back - and
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that might be more necessary now than ever. Last night I heard
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strange noises coming the outside of my shack. It was chittering,
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clicking, and scratching - like some kind of bug or something. The
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next morning I went out with my bow ready, but everything seemed
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just fine - except for some of my food supplies missing. Perhaps
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some kind of animal perhaps - although a very strange one, because
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the tracks it left were nothing like I ever seen. The trail led us
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to a cave entrance not too far from our base. Serina seemed nervous
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as we got close. I thought it'd be probably best if I secured my
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stash a bit better next time.
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A couple of days later I've heard another thief paying a visit to
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my stash - this time though, the sound they made was different.
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Imagine my suprise when I kicked the door in wielding a huge club
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in my hand ready to strike, only to realize that I was dealing with
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a feral looking woman. The moment she saw me, she let out a scream,
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and like a cornered animal, she launched herself at me trying to
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punch her way out of the desperate situation she ended up getting
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into. Needless to say she underestimated her opponent and ended up
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on the floor knocked out cold. Before she came to her senses, I
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locked her up in makeshift prison cell I've made out of one of the
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ruined buildings near my shack. I tried to talk to her to find out
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what the hell was she thinking stealing from a stranger, but to my
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suprise, her only means of communications were whines, growls
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and...noises. She didn't seem to understand what I was saying. And
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by the looks of things, she's been brought up among wolves -
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literally. I tried to communicate through gestures, mostly I wanted
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her to know that I mean no harm to her, and did that little
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pointing game from those old movies when people with a language
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barrier try to introduce themselves. As a result, at least I've got
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the girl's name - Emily...
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---MESSAGE END---
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