This is Dylan Hoover, and I’m stoked to have found a spot that still has a working phone line so I can dialup on something Dr. Truman is calling a "modem" and send an "electronic mail" letter to the universe.
Life has been pretty tough since you know, the apocalypse, but I’m making it work. I don’t know who else is even like, alive, other than my mom and our neighbors the Trumans. The Trumans are rad, but especially Skyler. We’re like, totally meant to be and I can’t imagine the end of civilization without her.
Skyler, my Dream Girl
Skyler's little sis
She has this weird sister though who like, totally freaks me out. I’m always nice to her to her face though, because that’s the kind of guy I am. But it’s like… she has some sort of power or something and everyone is always acting real careful around her. She’s not like any other girl I’ve met, but like, not in a good way I guess? Sometimes she goes a little crazy but luckily there’s this rocker dude who can calm her down by playing music. The Trumans keep him as a prisoner but it seems to work for him. Sometimes they give him food if they find rodents to cook.
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| Andie's chill pill |
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| Mom and me |
Last week I found a can of tomato paste down there and brought it to Skyler as a present. We opened it and ate it together by the light of the fire down by the highway that’s been burning for months now. She’s totally into me.
I spend the rest of my time working out and getting strong. I know Skyler likes it, and I guess it’s good for fighting the robots if there’s a Robot War 2. Or at least I can like, protect us and keep us alive now. If I’m the only guy around I might as well be the hottest guy around too.
Dr. and Mrs. T
This modem is making a weird sound– I think it’s gonna disconnect in a sec. I don’t know if I’ll get back here, but if you want you can IM me at DHbball69. Later.
Fridays and Saturdays.
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