[center][i]September 26th, 2021, Sonia’s Log.

The happiest thing I can really say is, ‘At least the heat isn’t sweltering anymore.’ And that about ends the list of positive things I can mention. Everything else is pretty… discouraging, to say the least. Our stock of just about everything is running pretty thin, not to mention morale is starting to tank. Can’t say I don’t understand how sour the mood’s gotten, though.

Leaving Reno was probably the hardest thing most of us have had to do, and this fruitless venture through Nevada has been just throwing salt into the wound. Carson City, Tonopah, everything along 95 is gone, and then to see that Vegas itself had fallen really just took the wind out of our sails, so to speak. Sure, we’d lost radio contact with them some time ago, but we’d assumed it was on our end. Knowing now that Las Vegas was infected really took the wind out of our sails, so to speak.

Neither Paradise nor Henderson weren’t spared from the spread of the infection, and both were swarmed with Feral. It’s nothing short of miraculous we made it out of that area alive, if it wasn’t the Ferals chasing use out of Nevada, or the sweltering heat of the Mojave, something was always trying to kick us while we’re down, so still being in one piece is definitely something to be proud of. [/i][/center]