Editing The Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap/Minnesota (section)

== Elko ==

''' September 23rd'''

We had to become S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s to survive. We had to. But it's the nature of a true S.T.A.L.K.E.R. to wander. Eventually our dear Freedom simply fell apart. That's fine by me, I couldn't stand living with my former friends anymore. Their world views and philosophies were just too fucked up and unrealistic for me to cope with.

I spent a whole night cleaning my Mosin-Nagant rifle, and left, heading south to Elko. Five and a half day trip on foot moving from house to house to avoid freezing to death. Thank god for my snowshoes. The drifts are up to ten feet in most places. I have to be careful in the neighborhoods. You never know just what the hell is under the snow. You could fall into an old shed or through a skylight if you don't pay attention. Then you're shit-out-of-luck stuck.

'''September 24th'''

I stayed the night at the old Elko Speedway. I had the fortune to find a stash here. I don't think it will be missed, because a man I can only guess is the owner died not five feet away with a bottle of vodka in his hands.

I apologize to the corpse for my theft, but I doubt he cares anymore. 

I don't know what this guy was thinking. I found only a Remington 12-gauge on his person with seven shells remaining. In his stash I found a gorgeous civilian AK-74 5.45x39mm, with six full magazines. 

I left three bottles of whiskey, and I took the AK and the remaining 12-gauge shells.