Read Davey's Diary

Davey took my organization from me, killed my people, and handed me over to my enemies. Revenge without some overarching goal is inefficient, but I suppose revealing his private journals isn't too resource-intensive.

Day 1 of Exile

I'm sitting here in the middle of the road as we make camp and I still can't believe how well that went. I mean, yes the three days of giving out sorry cards and getting fists in return were unpleasant but fuck it's not like I haven't had worse. But I never thought I'd actually get to this point. I never thought I'd be free. The whole time I've been waiting for Princess to realize that this isn't a punishment for me any more than the throne will be a reward for her, and the other shoe just stays suspended in mid-air. Now I get to travel again, hunt again, live again in what feels like forever, all while my people are looked after with just about the only other one I'd trust. And when I come back she'll love me! Or at least tolerate me.... Probably. Until then, I welcome whatever comes next knowing that for once I've dicked the world for a change.

Day 24

Took the first skull today. I'd killed other infected since sure, but none of them were very abnormal or impressive and I didn't want to be sent back out here on a technicality. It was a half-infected, or at least something like it. Old woman the locals called Baba Yaga. People had been disappearing in her forest ever since the heavy snow set in and they needed to keep coming for firewood, so they did what desperate people do and went with the cheapest option: me. I left Tesla and Nicole in town (those folks would have sold me the skins of their first borns for a pair of doctors even if it was only temporary) and followed the trail of corpses into the woods. Took awhile but I found the hags den, place carved out into a hillside oddly enough. She let me in, kept treating me like I was her grandson, and we had tea. Then she lunged when she realized said tea wasn't paralyzing me, and now I have dear old grannie's head. Her condition was clearly irregular, I'd take samples if I had more time and resources, but I don't share Tesla's zeal for science over everything else.

Day 40

I know I know I haven't been making entries very often, but it's only because up until now I could just make entries into reddit. Word is the Federation's taken it offline, oh well.

I've taken several more skulls. The most notable one was probably.... Imagine a giant rat crossed with a giant demonic bull. Fucker was elusive despite its size, and had a tough hide. But a few cryo bombs and high caliber rounds seemed to work well enough. Only problem is I can't just replace things like bombs and bullets anymore, and the some of the ingredients to make them are less than common. Nicole said she can keep making acid cartridges for the Gremlin on the go, but that still only solves part of the problem. Guess I'll have to rely on the sword more.

Day 57

I didn't mean to do it. Jesus fucking christ I've been across America, led armies, killed people and I swear I'm still a goddam child on the inside; weak, scared, alone, pathetic. We came across this fort carved out in the mountains, pretty secure place run by what seemed to at least be half-competent leaders. Only problem was they were

1. Not fans of Federals.

2. Even less fans of half-infected.

First time someone caught a glimpse of my eyes I was thrown in jail for ten days while they figured out what to do. They'd tried drowning, burning, hanging, shooting, and drawing/quartering me. The pain was bad, but the sheriff's frustration at his inability to execute his own prisoner made it worth it. Eventually I decided to finally stop humoring them and used my powers to force apart the lock mechanism. I looked around inside the office for my gear when I found Nicole strapped down in a chair with.... goddamn dental tools in a tray next to her. Teeth were missing, christ it was bad. I keep telling myself I had thought they'd gotten away. I never would've dicked around for so long if I knew... Of course my brain being my brain, doesn't seem to run on logic and so I hid inside myself for a little while. And who do you think took the wheel with nobody else in the driver's seat?

Noah slaughtered the entire fort and burt it to cinders. There were no escapees, no survivors. I checked for tracks coming from the remains afterwards and found nothing except stray body parts. I remember bits and pieces still sometimes, I think he just uses them to mock me. I.... I remember cornering a girl, probably in her teens, and using my tendrils to.... And then once she was infected I drained her dry. Her blood's in my veins now. She's a part of me and there's nothing that will ever change or undo that.

I know why it was so easy to go through all that shit in leaving New Golgotha now. I knew I deserved it, even back then. And feeling the pain was better than feeling the shame. I wish Princess was here to slit my throat a couple times.

Day 113

It's taken a while but I managed to stuff Noah into a mental box similar to the one I put my original Voice in way back when. Tradeoff is that allot of my powers were tied to him, and so I can't go 100% without risking a repeat of last time. Limited bullets, limited bombs, and now limited abilities. I need to rely on the sword more than ever now, and I've definitely gotten better with it. Psycho would have been pleased probably.

Nothing much else to report. I have... 32 skulls now. Nicole's started talking again. I didn't realize how much she contributed to group moral until she went silent. I kept telling Tesla that they didn't have to stay. I'd set them up anywhere, pay whatever it took to fix their injuries. Tesla wanted to I think, she blames me for what happened and I suppose I do to. But her twin kept insisting they stay on. It was just about the only thing she'd speak for, she didn't want to leave me.

My bones will be burnt to dust before I let them suffer again, either of them.

Day 245

Just got to 40 skulls today. An infected bat locals called the night dragon. It had these swollen sacs on its underside that shot smaller bats and I had to cut those off first to avoid getting swarmed. Reminded me allot of fighting CoG's Wyverns. Not much else to report really, just that I hit 40. 40's good, nearly halfway there.

Day 377

Dakota's probably... crawling by now. Maybe even walking, something tells me Princess isn't the kind of mother to stand for that average rate of development bullshit... heh. Was this what dad felt like every time he left us? What had he even been doing all those years? Why had he kept coming back?

I ask myself these questions because I don't want to think about the other things. We came through a bona fide Federation town the other day with the horse and cart that one village out in Indiana gave us. This wasn't all that close to any major city, but it was definitely Federation. Nice, clean, organized buildings. Guards, dogs, and drones patrolling the streets. It was like a little piece of suburbia out in the middle of the wastelands, almost old world really. They had a hotel and we had dollars. Thought everything was going fine until I took a late-night stroll (curfews are only for people that need to sleep for more than a few hours a night right?) and stumbled on a house being raided. Cops in uniform were dragging an unconscious man into the street to get hauled off in a truck as the family pet was getting euthanized for barking too loudly. Kids were crying, what else were they supposed to do? But all along the block every light in every house stayed off, ever door held shut. That was when I heard someone screaming through someone else's hand in the backyard. Probably wouldn't have heard it if I was human. And who do I find in the gardening shed but a man wearing the badge of the government I'd supported giving 'the ol' in-an-out' to what was probably the wife? I could see I was intruding, so I shut the door, introduced myself, and made sure the officer's last sight before I put out his eyes was my pulling his spine out through his abdomen like a clown doing the endless handkerchief trick. And all without using the Voice, like a proper fucking psychopathic killing machine. The other men had similar experiences, although perhaps less gruesome. The family was left a psychological wreck but they were a living psychological wreck. Couldn't do much else.

In the end I elected to do the smart thing and not just keep going up the chain until every Federal official behind those walls was dead. And even then it was only because the doctors were still inside. Fuck Spootin. Fuck the Empire. Fuck Wallace. I don't care what happens to me, I don't care if you bring the world down around me motherfucker, I'm putting you both in a hole in the ground if it's the last thing I do. Fuck your reasons, fuck your justifications, fuck your dead son and dead wife and dead brother with a fucking garden hose. I spit and piss on their graves if this is what you do to honor them. And If I can't kill you, I'll set up Isaac or maybe Shava to succeed where I failed. But I'm coming for you sons of a bitches, and by the time you realize it I'll have already fucked you and your empire as hard as I possibly can.

Day 425

Made it into New York today. Saw a deer and killed a pack of bloaters. Good start to the summer.

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I'm still decrypting the rest of the journal in my spare time, but I suspect I'll be able to publish it relatively soon. Enjoy yourself Mr. MacNeil.