Entry 3: August 19th, 2277

“I woke up early this morning, around nine. I hadn't had that good of a night’s sleep in months; it felt good to be well rested. I headed downstairs and got some water from Gob and headed out to talk to the sheriff. I noticed the man in the suit was gone. I headed outside and seen the sheriff down near the bomb. I remembered I promised to disarm it for him, so I headed down to it. I told Lucas about the man in the suit, who he called Mr. Burke, and he said not to worry about it, and that Burke was going to leave soon enough. I told him I was about to disarm the bomb, and he told the cultists nearby to step away. They really didn't want to, he was the guy with the gun so they listened. I knelt near the bomb away from the water around it and opened up a side compartment near the arming mechanism. The bomb's arming mechanism was very similar to that of a torpedo I messed around with back in Cali, so I had no trouble getting around it. Took me about 10 minutes, but it was done. The sheriff was grateful, he was so grateful he gave me the 500 caps, plus the keys to an empty house here in town. I thanked him and headed to the house. On the way there I passed by a scruffy looking guy that gave me a very angry look; he must not like new people. I unlocked the door to my new place and I was surprised on how nice it was, the old residents must have moved out recently. The place had a bed, a living area a storage area, a bath room, and it even came with its own robotic butler named ‘Wadsworth’. I’ve never had a robot before. He told me I could buy supplies for the house at ‘Craterside Supply’, which was a shop built under the nose of the airplane that made many parts of this town. I left some of my extra ammo in the house and headed to Craterside. Once inside I was greeted by a very energetic store keeper named Moria. She was very excited to see a new face in town. She offered me a job to help her write a ‘Wasteland Survival Guide’, I declined her for now but I may take up the offer after I get the lay of the land. She has some good things for sale. Not a lot in the house decorating department mind you, but I sold some of my 10mm ammo for a Colt M1911, ammo for it and a combat helmet. The 1911 is a sweet gun I had one years ago, but it wore out and I couldn’t find any replacement parts for it. I left the shop and headed down to ‘The Brass Lantern’, a restaurant at the bottom of town across from the bomb. I walked inside and ordered a beer. I spoke to the bartender about the area outside the town. He said that there is really nothing of interest outside, there is an old town to the north called Springvale, but it has been overrun by raiders, an old supermarket to the east which could have supplies I need. He also said the closet place that would have any people that I could trust would be ‘Rivet City’. A settlement built inside an old aircraft carrier from the before the war. It was about a day’s journey to get there. I spent a couple hours there talking to people, nothing really of interest to record. I headed home shortly after 6; I would need to for the trip the market tomorrow.”