Journal Log: Day 19
I've noticed several people going through nicotine withdrawals over the last week, but no one going through caffeine withdrawal. Back home, I couldn't do anything past morning without my daily dose. Must be something in the food. Anyways, new problems. We're starting to run low on ammo. Some people brought more then others, but about half the guns we have now have one magazine or less, and the damp weather isn't great for them mechanically either. Someone said they actually know how to make recurve bows with the right materials. Right materials being the key word. He'll be surveying the trees and animal parts for the right kinds of materials. Several people claim to know how to fire one, so if he can manage to make one, we can learn from the others how to use them. We also got a group of around 30 new arrivals today. They said they initially numbered around 50 and were inhabiting some ruins miles away near a river that had an orchard of some kind. They said their numbers were picked off slowly by some kind of massive winged predator that would just snatch them off the ground and fly away with them, followed by echoing death screams as it devoured them. I have little reason to distrust their story, they all have that look about them, sunken eyes, always looking to the sky, fear. The prospect of a flying monster has kept us from planning an expedition to check out the place, and the exploration teams are being extra careful. Speaking of which, I'm scheduled to go out with the next group. We shouldn't get lost this time around, we have the area better mapped out now.