Editing The Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap/Minnesota (section)

== Farmington ==

'''Post-nuke journal #2'''

'''March 4th'''

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.

Scavenger. Trespasser. Adventurer. Loner. Killer. Explorer. Robber.

It's been two years since the nukes fell. We've received no word from Rosemount in a week. Probably the fault of the ghosts.. lost souls in the one-time Japanese internment camp. They tend to fuck with electronics. Since the hell unleashed, it seems as though the supernatural has gotten a power boost. I hear rumors of more haunted locations around here than I ever heard of before.

Before the nukes, I played S.T.A.L.K.E.R., Metro 2033 and Battlefield. For some of us it was games and books that taught us how to survive. I was an Airsofter as well. This is part of what helped me survive. I had been working on my physical conditioning just before the nukes fell. I had the combat gear. My mind knew how to get around a firefight. And this being Minnesota, we know how to deal with winter, nuclear or not.

My friends and I took over northern Farmington. We started our own survival clan, named Freedom, like in S.T.A.L.K.E.R. We banded together as brothers and sisters. It was people like us who had the gasmasks. We have weapons. We have the know-how. Those who didn't know, we taught.

We scavenged what we could. We bartered with the Donnelly farmers for meat and milk. We survived.

Then it all fell apart. Some had just had enough. People started offing themselves in the middle of night. Others simply left.

''' March 15th'''

The coyotes are getting worse. They're starting to lose their fear of humans. Must be the mutations. There used to be a few handfuls of them around here, now the damn things are everywhere.