A cassette tape recorder held by a man in the Outlands

[Jimmy Rustling Day]

CASSETTE ONE
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**The man has a Welsh accent

"Out of the city... I've ran for days. Close calls aplenty... I'm still running. I don't even know what from. I'm trying to make sense of this world, but I don't know how. These trees move on forever. I can't keep track of where I am and..."

**The man sighs

"I just don't know. The world doesn't make sense anymore. Ever sense those... creatures invaded. No humanity, no remorse, no feeling. The farther from the precinct one Nexus I moved, the more heavily armed they were. I've gone two days... no sleep. I'm running off of adrenaline and I just can't keep running now. These lands are peaceful. I can't even see the Citadel. Now... I just want to sleep. For the first time in four years, I can sleep in peace."
**The cassette ends.


CASSETTE TWO
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**Again, Welsh Accent

"Well, I finally rested up. Met a guy in the Town. Belles, I think it was called. I managed to get some water, food, and oil for fires."

"He died. Rest in peace, Wyatt Newell. Unknown to 2018."

**The cassette ends

CASSETTE THREE
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"This place is empty... this town, this forest. Nothing but wildlife and the rare visitor. The buildings have fallen into disrepair and I wonder, how long until I go insane? I've already lost a friend. I've buried him at the end of town... possessions and all. I dare not venture farther from this town until ready. This hatchet is my only tool of survival."