It's been three months. I have fortified my shelter and have established my dominance in the barren land of the gravel pit. There isn't much food, but sometimes I will get lucky and catch a wild tire. They don't taste good, but they come cooked. My pit engineer has abandoned me, and I'm not sure anyone will come and help. Starting to slightly go insane of loneliness, but I have overheard what sounds like human voices. Let us hope they are friendly...