Well, we’re still here. It’s early October, and despite everything we’ve had thrown at us, we’re still kicking around Chicago. We’ve contacted some other survivor groups, so maybe we can get a little cooperation and teamwork going on in here. The shaman at the Museum has around 300 followers with him. We met some Guardian Angels running the trains back and forth. We’re on our way to Little Earth to see which side they are fighting with and against. Despite most of us wanting to hunt down some of the Volk Nazi’s, we didn’t find any of them. We ended up following a railroad in the opposite direction, and Adessa almost got her arm chewed off by a rabid poodle for the trouble. The bugmen are using diseased dogs and handguns now. Guess they have some intelligence in their bugbrains.