The Sgt. Major went over to the first victim who was strangled, and searched his belongings for anything of use.
A fully loaded Desert eagle? The major pocketed it in the holster of his belt along with what clips the fur carried.
A Pipe Wrench? Crude to wield as a weapon but regardless, his knife had snapped in half in some loony's ribs.
A journal? A curious item in itself, considering the person he killed seemed too savage to have need of a journal.
Flipping the pages open to the most recent, it said.
"My friends..... my family...... all dead. How could this have happened? How could we have made such an enormous mistake? I thought i was going to kill myself that day, when i saw the bombs Fall.
But Phe wasn't your average survivor. Her confidence, startling, considering the Earth just got nuked ten times over. But her confidence must have spread to me... I guess. I volunteered myself as the first to leave our little shelter to look for any other signs of life. Here's hoping it's friendly.
Cheers....
Wallas D. Carmine"
The sgt. major sighed, and closed up the journal, he then slowly bent down to Wallas's corpse, and pulled his arm out, and placed the journal in his hand, then folded his arm over his chest.
Sure this thing was his enemy, as was clearly stated in his directives, but that didn't mean it had to be displayed like dinner