Why the hell would he come all the way out here? Dad's been a little nuts for some time now, but not like this.
Leaving me in that crappy old hospital without waking me... Without a goddamn flashlight.
I made enough selling the meds we scrounged to have kept us both fed at the colony for weeks.
Now I'm almost out of rations, my shoes are pretty much destroyed, and I'm still chasing the old coot. By my last reckoning, he was headed south.

Maybe I shouldn't have waited so damn long to start tracking him. Trail's gone cold. Going to wander with these guys a while.
They say they wander the area -- maybe somebody's seen Dad.

These guys aren't who I thought they were. Jesus, they killed that family for a sack of rotten vegetables.
Getting out of here next chance I can without catching a bullet.

Hit a caravan today. Trev didn't see the kid and got popped. I took care of Tawny right then, and put one in Thor before he saw her fall.
That earned me some grub from the traders. Even better, they saw dad. He was in pretty rough shape, and still has the goddamn book.
Trader says it gave him the creeps. Me too. But it's good to know he's still alive. Still headed south.

He must have been trying to trap food here. I recognize his snares. I can make out a building on the horizon. That must be where he headed.
If not, at least I get a roof tonight.

Don't like the look of this place... Don't like the smell. Gives me the creeps.
Don't want to risk a shot at the crows until I know what’s in there. Sneaking in tonight.

The raiders told spooky stories about zombies in the ruins. Never saw anything like that where I come from, but Lord help me, they're real.
Not quite what Thor said, but close. These things look... I think they really used to be people.

God help me. I found Dad today... I didn't think it was him, but... The face. The zombies didn't touch him. I think... He was becoming like them.
Didn't know it was him until I found that old book near him. No more killing. I just need to go. Can't forget the book. All I have left of him.
It's warm against the stone. (in a ghoul-like voice:) I'll just rest a while...

Sharp knife. Sharp knife to send him to deep temple. Flay and say my words. Abdul comes again, on the feast of the weaker. Feast for the Deep Temple.
Born again, here. Alhazred G’yeth G’yeth.