I'm not going to make it, Milly...I'm sorry. I knew everyone thought I could do it, but they don't know what's out here. It's not just Trogs...but others. The Wildmen. Kind of funny considering my nickname 'Wild Bill' back at the mill. Finding the ingots wasn't the hard part...they're everywhere. The problem was trying to make my way back to the mill. My trusty sidearm came in handy more than once, but I soon found myself in more trouble than I could handle. The gunfire alerted the Wildmen and I assume it's only a matter of time before they find me. I'm sorry for letting everyone down at the mill. Let everyone know I tried my hardest. ...Bye.