Entry 1
I keep telling people he’s real. He’s like a guardian angel, putting the coup de grace in whatever raider, mutie, or mirelurk is looking to carve you up. But whenever I tell people about the mysterious stranger, they look at me like I’m crazy. But I’m not crazy. I just gotta trap him somehow. Then they’ll see how real he is.

Entry 2
I’ve decided to keep some feral dogs as test subjects. I started out by shooting them from outside the cage, hoping the stranger would come and finish the job. It was a stupid idea. The stranger only comes to help those in need. I have to put myself in peril.

Entry 3
It didn’t work, and after the injuries I’ve suffered, I’m loathe to try it again. To make matters worse, when some of the boys saw my wounds they got worried. I caved in and told them truth. That only made things worse. Every chance I get they mock me, saying I’m too old to have imaginary friends. But the stranger is real. They’ll see when he puts the bullet in their skulls.

Entry 4
Ronnie, Dexter, and Hank all died from blood loss. They put up quite the fight considering I caught them off guard. At no point did the stranger show up. What am I missing? I thought back to the day I first saw him. It was after that card game. I’d throw away two pair and draw a flush. That’s how good I was running that night. When I left the house, some punks tried to mug me in an alley. That’s when he came out of nowhere, wearing a fedora and a trenchcoat. A stranger. My ace in the hole.

Entry 5
I saw him. Not sure why I’m still alive, but it was him who shot me, I’m sure of it. I was about to kill the next test subject when all of a sudden I was staring into the end of barrel. And behind her, there he was, the man in the trddsfsdk;jnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn