Editing The Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap/Minnesota (section)

== Webster ==

'''November 27th'''

I am at my family's hobby farm, now a refuge for all of us. Fortunately my father had been a US Army engineer, and the farm is now a stronghold. My uncle and his friends sure as hell have the firepower to defend it. We're no Cheyenne Mountain or whatever, but we are capable of defending what's ours. I hate to admit we've had to cut down many of the trees around here but we need the firewood for winter, we need the palisades and fields of view for our defense.

Every week we seem to find a new radioactive hotspot. It's imperative we map these, so as to try and ward off animals from entering them.

I was the roamer. The loner. The S.T.A.L.K.E.R. I was the first of our scouts. Even now, three years later, we were finding scattered people. We do what we can to help but it's a hard fact that to survive a nightmare, you have to have a bit of greed in you or you get milked dry.

We have power.. a very conservative amount. A couple light bulbs inside and two floodlights outside.. and of course, our radio. My family was awfully smart early on. My uncle had half a dozen car engines sitting around that were built into generators. It's easy as shit if you know what you are doing. Find a good car alternator that fits on the engine you have, and you can power up for a couple hours a day until the alternator goes bad. Takes a few years for that. Only problem is the noise. You have to kill the noise somehow, and the car battery that fires the spark plugs will need to be replaced in two more years.

Fuel is easy to make, surprisingly. Burn up some wood in a fire that is hot enough, get it good and black, then you mash it up real fine in a solution of kerosene or alcohol. Not the cleanest stuff, and engines don't always like it but it works.

'''Post-Nuke Journal #3'''

'''March 20th'''

We hear radio reports from the north. Some garbage about Canada. America's hat is now a refuge for the desperate. And those assholes from Rochester, The "Militiamobs" or some shit. Our ground was too well fortified and too well defended for them to deal with. Minnesota was lucky to not be hit directly, but the fallout from the south and west is a bitch to deal with. It also meant we had more assholes who thought they were in charge.

Rice county is S.T.A.L.K.E.R. territory now. No gangs will threaten us. We are free to live as we want. Those government idiots keep trying to tell us "We'll help you" and all that shit. We can take care of ourselves a hell of a lot better than they can.

On top of the daily human struggle in our white lands, we see strange lights in the sky. Our airspace here was rife with air traffic three years ago, but these lights are different. There is no jet or propeller noise to go with them. It's said they are angels searching for the remains of humanity.

I think they are extraterrestrial.