Screwed

Shit! What's happened to Central? Two months and no comms! I last heard that Mr. Ames was visiting from abroad to inspect our activities in Nalcott, but everything went to pieces afterward... Could the rumors of Warden Mary's betrayal be true? Did she really kill her foster father? In any case, we're pretty screwed—there's hardly any supplies left. Another week, and we'll have to drink mushroom soup with the Vultures.