My PDA crapped out on me again, so it looks like I made the right choice when I decided to keep my journal in a small notebook I found in an abandoned building. It might be the radiation or the fact that this PDA was on me when the death truck crashed, but the more I use it, the harder I find it to believe that I owned it on purpose prior to the crash.

 

The GPS map that the thing displays is very hard to navigate and I already got lost once because I misread it. The auto-voice recording software installed is nice though, so unless the whole device dies on me I should have access to most of the conversations I had even days later.

Judging from my survival instincts in battle I was probably a mercenary of some kind before the crash. The raid I was part of yesterday went well, but we did lose some men to the well dug-in bandits. I had some problems with aiming at first and I wasted tens of bullets on only 3 guys. Firing a weapon is definitely not as easy as the rest of the raid made it seem. I’m currently on my way to the largest human settlement in the Zone. I was told I’d get answers to my questions there and perhaps somebody might even know who I am.