Friday. Found a dog today. Too late. Scavs had found him first. Not much left. Couldn't bring myself to eat what was left, even though I was so hungry I could have. I almost... 

Not much that separates me from them. The ones that killed the dog. But there's some things I can't do. 

List of things I can't do. 

eat a dog. 
kill for no reason. 


that's... that's about it. And let me be clear. I don't need much of a reason. But I do need one. That list is much longer. 

caught them stealing from me. 
tried to kill me / attack me.
found them scavv'ing / cannie'ing / slave'ing. 
got something I need. (don't love this, but it's a dog-eat-dog world. pardon the pun.) 
squared up against me. (that one's not for sure, but posturing often leads to an attack.) 
followed me. (see above. leads to an attack. following means they want something from me. something I don't want to give.) 

What that means is, there's no trust. Nobody. Everybody wants what you got.