Day 1
Gordon Frohman's Journal
Hunger. Desperation.
Loneliness. Fear. That's all that runs you when you're on the run.
Every bush I see hides a hunter, waiting to zap me to death. Every tree
has a scanner, waiting to take a picture of me and send CPs after me.
All I have is my radio, my pet headcrabs, my rebel suit, my shovel, and
myself. I have no guns, no food, no water. I have no idea how long I
might last on this run. Probably not long. But if I eat my headcrabs...
NO!! I have to get that out of my head. A whole day with no food or
water is starting to affect me. I might still make it. My next
destination... is City 17.
