Lost Journal of Josey Wales

ENTRY 1: Life ain’t so bad here in this oasis. Found some like minded folk to settle down with, help each other survive. Together we’ve built up some shelter. Wolves keep us fed. Nothin more to ask for really. Met some decent folk along the way. The City of Alter has some strange city folk, but they seem decent enough I reckon. Been tales of violence all over this land here, hasn’t found it’s way to us yet. As far as weaponry we stick to what we know, bolt action rifles and handguns. Never shot one of them fancy whatchamacallits. Only thing I’ve ever put down were animals when I was hungry, don’t plan on changing that any time soon. Signed, Josey Wales
ENTRY 2: There seems to be a recent shortage of tegridy in this here Oasis. Saw a news article bout some bandits robbin some poor man of his belongins. Heard stories of murderers hidin in the trees n shootin at innocent folk. My goal here is to spread as much good ole fashioned tegridy as I can to the good people of this free land. I’ll even hold my judgement and spread tegridy to those who seem to only have a little
ENTRY 3: Tegridy is at an all time high here at Tegridy Farms. The Maple Syrup Kid had finally made his way to camp and we’ve initiated a tegridous man into The Countrymen, goes by the name Kaleb. Now there’s only a few lost brothers of The Countrymen who have yet to find their way out of the Wastelands. I wish I could say the same for the rest of the oasis. Seems to be lotsa simple minded dummies runnin round causin trouble. Met some high tegridy officers of the law down in altar and there’s hope for that town I must say. Anyway there’s much more work to be done to secure our little pub we’ve settled down in. Must be goin
ENTRY 4 Today The Countrymen and The Leshy ventured out on what I like to call “The Great Hunt”. Originally we set out to find a bear and it brought us out all the way to Tisy Military. It got dark and we had already been attacked by wooves but we decided to press on and stay the course. In the dead of night we heard the beast. Flashlights on we headed towards the sound and the bear emerged from the darkness of the woods. We all opened fire and took the bear out before it did too much damage to Chuck Masters. God damn boi Chuck Masters is a tough sum bitch he was fightin that god damn bear hand to hand for a second. On our way back we were attacked by wooves again but that ain’t nothin new for no Countrymen or Leshy. It was a mighty fine hunt I must say. I was able to grab a photo of the brown bear, white woof, and grey woof. Signed- Josey Wales
ENTRY 5 God dammit. Tegridy levels were very low this raid weekend. Had two groups I thought to be peaceful folk come through our camp and attempt to break into our locked gates. Luckily my men are experienced hunters and they fought off the attackers. Doc Holiday was sent to the infirmary today after gunning down one or two of the bandits. They came back after their failed raid attempt to try and get revenge for their friend I reckon. It was a valiant enough effort from Doc to hold em off. Waylon also fought off attackers today. During the shootout Waylon was involved in, one of the bastards ran to the town a bit north of us and murdered an innocent man for no reason. We had just helped these two men set up a temporary storage facility and within a few hours the non tegridous crowd got to one of em. Sad god damn day if you ask me. The green arm bands were the ones who attacked Doc, The Order. God damn cowards. The other group seemed to be impersonators trying to make it look like the Oasis Commonwealth was out raiding. There’s an investigation going on as I write this. All in all we are okay. No loss of life and no gates destroyed. Bout an hour or so left of raidin time. Best get back to watchin camp. ~ Josey Wales
ENTRY 6 It’s a God damn shame the way some strangers act to folk trying to help them. I met this fella on the road he had nothing. During the time I met him, me and a good friend had just arrived to aid my dying fellow Countrymen who was food poisoned. I gave this stranger enough food to make it to Gorka and asked him to be on his way so I could save my friends returning form the hospital. He stuck around and kept saying rude things to my friends and to me. The comment shown in the body cam footage was the last straw for disrespect. This is my first time taking another man’s life since the Wastes. Back then I would only kill seasoned crooks and bandits. This one was different. A rage came over me because I had tried so hard to give this man a chance to walk away after I gave him supplies to live as I do everyone I come across. Everyone I’ve met has taken my help with gratefulness… except this fool. He was dumb enough to give me his name. A name you won’t ever hear in the Oasis ever again I’m afraid
ENTRY 7: Me and Waylon have had enough. Enough of the foolery that goes on around altar and the surrounding safe areas. We have decided to dedicate more time to spreading our fine tegridy to the good people that visit the safe zone and want a positive experience and meet a new friend. The legend Maksim was murdered today outside the prison walls by bandits. I was in Altar spreading tegridy and me along with two countrymen ran down to secure the crime scene. Police were already investigating and we helped keep bystanders and witnesses away from the bodies and gear. It’s a god damn shame. One of the most shocking things to happen yet I’d say. I wish Maksim could’ve gone out on his own terms and not at the hands of coward bandits. I also wish I could’ve met the man, sounds like he could’ve taught me a thing or two bout tegridy. I also met a woman named “Sky”. She was very distraught about Maksim’s death. I hope she is able to work through her grief. On another hand I don’t know what to think of the prison officers. I met one man named Alex and he was one of the most tegridous men I’ve encountered in the Oasis. Just trying to do his job and keep everyone calm and safe. However there was a report from Rogue that her personal items were stolen during the time of her sentence. Me and the Countrymen stood outside those prison walls demanding for it to be returned. After being assured that the items in question would be returned we departed. I later got a radio message form Officer Alex that he had the bandana and it would be ready for pickup whenever. Like I said, tegridous man. I reckon I should get some sleep after all this craziness.
ENTRY 8: Tegridy prevails once again. Decided to wake up early and try and find some ammo for The Countrymen. Made my way up north to Kamensk. When I arrived there was more zombies than I wished to fight so I decided to go loud. Took care em fast I could, but there were ears close by, the ears of a rat. I started to quickly scavenge my way through the tents and suddenly I hear the crack of a bullet and the muzzle report of a suppressed rifle. My adrenaline kicked in and I had no idea where the rat was, so I sprinted into the wood fast I could. The fella fired a few more shots at me but I reckon he isn’t an experienced rifleman cause he didn’t land not one shot. I made it outta there with my life and the ammo I was lookin fer. Made my way back to Tegridy farms and see that one of our buildings had been raided. Bastards got away with a few things but didn’t get into our main stash. Raid weekend has been rather quiet here at camp. Good thing in my eyes. Best get back to watchin over camp seems to be some non tegridous folks awake at the moment. -Josey Wales
ENTRY 9: It was bound to happen. A full on raid. Tommy was woken up by grenades goin off like fireworks. They shot Tommy down as they breached our pub walls. Clyde was locked in the armory when this took place. I woke up and ran upstairs fast I could. One unknown male at the top of the stairs. I put two shots of buckshot in em and he fell down dead. I ran back downstairs and god dammit there was another one. We exchanged a few shots and he ended up wounding me to the point where I could no longer fight. Clyde tried to come out and kill em but he shot clyde down too. They were far better equipped for a shootout than we were I must say. The other bandit was able to escape with his life, only stealing some clothes and some medicine that wasn’t in the armory room. I’d say it wasn’t worth it for em, all those grenades and bullets for what? Some clothes and some medicine? Hell we would have gave it to em. Just a big pain in the ass. All Countrymen are accounted for and some are still returning from the hospital. New walls have been built and an extra layer of defense has been added round back. Looks like I gotta go help defend Severgrad as well. Gotta run ~ Josey Wales
ENTRY 10: Another god damn fella came through camp just as I was waking up to go help with the raid in Severograd. He was fiddling with the codes when I yelled out to him. He stopped and asked who was there and after seeing him fully kitted with a ghillie suit on I fired a warning shot out the window and told him to run off. HOLY SWEET JESUS ON EARTH as I’m writing this I hear flies outside. Jesus Christ I killed the man with the shot I thought I missed. I don’t know what to think of myself. On one hand he tried to speak with me but on another hand he thought no was home and started to try and break in by guessing the combination. We’ve been getting attacked all day. I think it was the right call….. That’s a god damn shame. I didn’t even know to pull the body footage from my camera because I was sure I missed em. This has been a very rough day at Tegridy Farms if I say so myself. ~ Josey Wales
ENTRY 11: I mean where the hell did it all go wrong. We’ve tried to hard to stay on everyone’s good side. But trouble came once again. This time at the hands of the group that call themselves “The Wolves”. After we were raided a gentleman fresh from the infirmary came through camp. We thought he might be one of the raiders so we tied him up for questioning. Waylon wasn’t buying his story so he tried to punch the truth out of the fella. After we determined his story checked out I pointed him in the direction of altar with well wishes and permission to loot my camp. I gave him permission not knowing one of the Leshy soldiers that helped us secure camp was taking shelter in one of them. He got spooked and opened fire on the poor man. I don’t blame em with all the shit going on. How could The Leshymen know? Turns out people give a shit about the feller and they came back lookin for a gun battle. We overheard them speak names. Fury and Sling. Names I recognize. Names of the Wolf. Why the Hell would they attack us? We called our allies to arms and the Great Sigurd came and slayed three of the four so called wolves. They died like sheep. The other ran away. Don’t blame him. I reached out to the leader of the Wolves. She made me aware that the man who was shot was a Wolf himself. Rather than reach out to me and talk they chose to attack. God damn no tegridy bastards. We would’ve compensated Mr Billy and then some for his accidental trip to the hospital. I was assured the Wolves won’t be back, but I’m afraid it’s only the beginning. Still I won’t wage war. I refuse to order my men to attack. I refuse it. That’s not what us Countrymen came into the oasis for. God Dammit chasing peace will be the death of me.
ENTRY 12: This might be it for Ole Josey Wales. We came to the Oasis in hopes it’d be different from the Wastelands. Hasn’t been at all. Sure there’s some decent folk here. But the darkness continues overwhelm the light. Don’t know how much longer I’ll stick around here, I’ve tried to spread tegridy and make this Oasis a better place much as I can, but that don’t mean shit to immature little boys. Might never hear the name Josey Wales again, the stories of kindness and selflessness will get lost in history. Makes me wonder what I ever even came here for. Damn shame I say. ~ Josey Wales
ENTRY 13: I’m writin this from up north. Had to come up here and live amongst the wilderness for a bit to clear my head before I make my decision to go back into the wastes or to stay here and have hope for a better Oasis. Might need to stay up here for a while longer and do some sight seein. ~Josey Wales
ENTRY 14: I’ve received a letter from Waylon Bennet. He updated me on how moral is around camp. Says we’ve recovered from the attacks of this past weekend. The past few days have been much needed. Haven’t heard a gunshot or seen a soul up here in the mountains, I’d like to stay, but there’s work to be some and tegridy to be spread. I reckon I’ll make my journey South come mornin. Life in the wastes was more simple. Not enough supplies to sustain attacks and long journeys. But I’ve created somethin here, got people to protect now just I like I did before the bandits took my lil one from me in the wastes. It’s best to enjoy one more night of peace and quietness before I make my way back tomorrow. ~Josey Wales
ENTRY 15: The Countrymen might be the best men the Oasis has ever seen. Along with Mr Chuck Masters. Chuck Masters is one of the most tegridous men ever. He single handedly fortified our base and asked for nothin in return. I can’t ever repay him. As for the results of this past weekends raids and attacks we have survived and ended up gaining more than what we lost. The men who locked us out were planning on taking over our camp before they were banished by the just Gods. All Countrymen are out of the hospital and accounted for. Me and Waylon did some business at Altar and then some hunting. We ended off the night standing outside Devil’s Castle trying to serenade the great men of The Leshy. Don’t think anyone was home so we’ve both gone to sleep outside their walls in hopes someone will be awake tomorrow to receive us. Here’s the two Bulls I shot tonight. A Brown Bull and a Spotted Bull
ENTRY 16: Me, Waylon, and Tommy did it. We finally god damn did it. We went up north and lassoed a bear. The bear could smell the tegridy on us and quickly submitted to its rightful owners. Waylons did the lassoing, so it’s his bear. Fer now we’re callin him Clark Buford. Here’s the first picture ever of a tamed bear.
ENTRY 17 Alot goin on in the Oasis. Buncha peace treaties have been signed recently. In response, The Children of Toki mustered up a little treat of their own. The North Eastern Alliance. Signed by myself, Igor The Wise of The Leshy, and Zackary Evans of The Fissionados. Because of all the support they have given us there was no way I wasn’t going to pledge loyalty to the Alliance. I will fight along these men with pride and honor if I must. I’m going to meet with the leader of the Oasis Commonwealth and The Order to discuss politics. I am only going with me and my trustfulness, hopefully it ain’t a setup
ENTRY 18 I don’t know what the hell is going on. All I ever wanted after arriving in this Oasis was to have positive relations with every faction round this place. Now I’ve been tied into an alliance and the politics just won’t allow for it. I traveled to Gorka to meet Mr. Chris Slick of the Oasis Commonwealth. We discussed a possible no raid treaty that would say we would both help each other during an attack from the Wolves or from Raiders. The Order also showed up at the end of the meeting. We shared a common hate for The Wolves but I know they would take us out if they had a chance to get to Toki. Waylon seems to know a lot more about the politics than I do. For now, I will hold off on signing anymore public documents. Hopefully me and The Commonwealth’s “agreement” can stay off the books. I reckon we’ll just have to see how it all shakes out. At the end of the day, Toki could smash my faction 12 feet deep if he wanted to, best stay loyal to them above all. All I want is what will keep The Countrymen most safe. May Tegridy prevail. ~ Josey Wales
ENTRY 19 All hope for true Tegridy is lost. Today, I set off on a diplomatic meeting to discuss further alliance with The Order. I won’t discuss what was said during this meeting because it seems there’s little birds flying everywhere now in the Oasis, and the people who wanted to know what was said, know. Not even a journal is safe I reckon. After the meeting the town began receiving gun shots from the north east. We could see men moving amongst the trees. Bit a time passed and the periodic gun fire kept goin. A small patrol of me, Officer Alex of The Commonwealth, Kosa of Toki’s blood, and a few soldiers of The Order cleared town and I took a few shots at a feller runnin up the hill. He doubled back into town and we searched for him. Shots rang out on the other side of The Order’s HQ and we bolted to the trees to engage the threats. We made a mistake in not checking every bush. Officer Alex opened up on a bush and was shot down by a ghillie suit man. I shot him once with my sks but his rifle shot faster then anythin I’d ever seen. I was knocked unconscious and woke up at a bus stop near Grishino. I ran into a fella who gave me food and a compass so I could return to Tegridy Farms and recover from my gun shot wounds. The attackers were later identified to be The Wolves and The Death Korps. Possibly other groups. God damn cowards they accomplished nothing. Got two members of their groups perma killed while nothing happened to anybody from The North Eastern Alliance. These people have now started a war. I’ll be damned if I let The Countrymen end up on the wrong side of it. ~ *Josey Wales*
ENTRY 20 I’m writing this message in a small pub in a non disclosed location. I’m taking shelter here for the night on my journey to The Countrymen’s new home for the time being. War has started in the Oasis. It’s too late for Tegridy amongst the Oasis clans. Petty bullshit most times turns into war the farther you go inland. I’ll write again when I arrive and set up camp. ~ *Josey Wales*
ENTRY 22 Conflict has come round once again. I’m writing this entry from our new home. Waylon managed to secure my journal along with a few other things before he took me to the hospital on account of a gunshot wound to the side of the head. Bullet grazed my skull, things turned black. I woke up with some woman standing over me puttin stitches right above my ear. I reckon I was concussed because I passed right back out. Someone must’ve dropped me off at the bus stop. I made my way to romashka and got in touch with Waylon and the rest of The Countrymen. The shooter fled the scene, but we know exactly who done it. There’s a small base in the rocks a bit south west of us. Two not so tengridous men livin there. They shot down Doc as well today. Doc’s courage led him into an ambush. Now we got plans to move into their little base and shoot em till they ain’t livin no more. This is exactly what I was trying to get away from. But there’s not a a cubic foot of land in this oasis that’s safe. I reckon it’s all the bandits and killers comin in from the Wastelands. I reckon the only thing that can save us now is true tegridy. ~ *Josey Wales*
ENTRY 23 Hope for peace is truly lost. Even still Tegridy prevails. I was forced to take a man’s life today. Our fancy new security system picked up a feller trespassing on our property. Me and Waylon woke up in the trees and Waylon must’ve bad a bit too much to drink for a gun battle and charged in immediately without groupin up with me and attacking the trespasser together. His bravery and will to fight is admirable I must say. Don’t think he knew I woke up in the same woods as him. I heard a burst of loud automatic gunfire from what sounded like one them fancy ak 47s. I flanked around west and spotted Waylon laying there, bleeding out. I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to save him and get him to the infirmary. I could see his chest barely risin then fallin and I knew there was life in him. I waited in the woods for a minute to try and spot the bastard who shot my good friend. And Tegridy behold there he was. Came limpin out around back of the house and across the field straight towards me. With my trusty mosin I lined up a clear shot through the trees. Dumb sum bitch never saw me. As he walked into the middle my scope I squeezed the trigger. The shot hit him right in his torso and he fell to the ground like a sack a rocks. I lined up another shot and squeezed once more. Blood painted the grass around him and and I knew the deed was done. As I came closer to the bastards lifeless body a rage over came me and I put another round into his skull. I kicked him on his side and saw something that was not good. Something that would in fact endanger the Countrymen and compromise our new camp. A red arm band. The mark of Blackwater. Merciless killers hell bent on hammering their way of life into the Oasis. The dog barked up the wrong tree today though I’m afraid. Me and their leader Tomas Diez have been talking on the radio for a while now and I’ve reached out to him about a ceasefire. I can only pray to god he accepts. For the sake of peace I pray to Tegridy. As of now I am camped out in the woods, waiting. Waiting for another god damn bandit to set foot on our property. In other news, there was a raid attempt at our old base in Romashka. Two fully geared fellas with all types a fancy equipment. Having friends pays off though, a brave man named Nux of Toki’s Children killed them and was sent to the hospital defending our land. Another child of Toki by the name of Pavel came and secured camp. Turns out they blew one gate and gave up. Dumb ass dummies. The friends I have made are god damn honorable. We will rebuild the walls of Romashka and keep it as a resupply point. Maybe one day there will be peace for The Countrymen, but not now. Need to get some rest, might have to do some more killin tomorrow if any Blackwater sons a bitches come back lookin for trouble. Here’s the footage of the man I had to put down today. Notice the limp in his walk. Waylon put up a damn good fight. He’s since recovered. The infirmary workers do magic I must say. They sure know how to pull a bullet out of a body. I’ve left out the part where I shot the man’s head halfway off because it’s too god damn brutal, but best be sure I’ll never forget those cold eyes poppin as the round pierced his forehead. May Tegridy be with us all. Signed ~ *Josey Wales of The Countrymen*
ENTRY 24 The war kicked off today. I stayed far, far away from it. The agents made their attack on altar, a successful attack I might add. They killed many militia men, and I’m sure there was some innocent loss of life. I’m technically part of the agency, though I’ve done next to nothing to contribute to their cause. I’m strongly considerin sayin to hell with it all and leaving the agency. Quite frankly their ways of doing things goes against everything I stand for. It don’t change my opinion of the men I know that fight got the agents though. They are good men, but they are being misguided by the Section 17 higher ups. Life out here in Berezhki is rather peaceful, I could see myself livin out my days here. Waylon remains loyal and gave me his blessing to pull us out of the war whenever I deem necessary. I figure I’ll let him get some action in, lord knows we need some of the gear that will be available once the agents raid altar to hell. Most of my Countrymen have lost hope for this land and have either made their way back into the wastelands or have made camp far far away from any human life. I don’t blame em to be honest. These lands get to the best of men, but I still got some plans for this Oasis we’ve stumbled upon. Met too many friends to just up and leave. All the inland chaos will increase in the following weeks, I pray to Tegridy that I don’t see any familiar names on the obituary board.
Wish I could go back to this day. All the senseless killin has driven most of my men away from the oasis back into the wastes. Haven’t heard from most of em in many many moons. (From left to right) Clyde Angus, Ryder Jackson, Major Dick Slanger, Josey Wales, Doc Holiday. Picture Credits to Waylon Bennet

ENTRY 25 Sad to say but hope for peace has been abandoned. What’s left of the safezones, if ya ever could even call em that, have been turned into war zones. Me and what’s left of my people have stayed away from all the bullshit. The Agents are swiftly dealing with the Militia, killing their men day after day after day. Just yesterday there was 5 NAPA soldiers looking for a new home to settle down at in our territory. NAPA soldiers that fight for the militia I might add. Instead they found Buck and Zach Evans, two agents that are out for militia blood. One flash bang and some gunfire later all 5 of em were dead. I reckon that’s the last the Oasis will hear from NAPA. As for me, hell, I can’t complain. I made a decision to not participate in the Agent’s attacks against Altar and the militia. What kind of man would I be if I had a part in all the murderin and killin after I’ve spent so long spreading Tegridy. I’ve taken 3 lives in the Oasis. 3 more than I ever wanted to take. One of the fellas I killed didn’t even deserve it. But better men have died for less. Better men. Reminds me that Confessor Mara and Aedan “The Ruiner” have both been killed in combat. Two men, both fighting for what they thought was right, and they both died for it. Seems there’s tegridy to be found within both sides of the conflict. I reckon all that’s left for me in this land is to find that god damn Black Buck. Word has it ya can’t be considered a master hunter until you’ve killed at least one. Until next time. ~*Josey Wales*
ENTRY 26 Seems like my time in the Oasis is close to bein over. In a fit of rage I cut ties with the agents after The Wolves raided our new camp. While it could’ve been avoided, it was an honest mistake and they even offered to rebuild our gates and return our gear. I must’ve had too much salt in my eggs that mornin cause I was still angry with them and said somethin I shouldn’t have bout ‘em over the radio. Now they are tryin to put bounties on me and I’m sure they are huntin for me as I write this. I spend most my days at this point sleepin so I doubt they’ll ever get the fight they want. I dealt with countless raiders and murderers in the Wastelands but these Wolves are far better armed and a good bit more ruthless than yer average Wastelander, so I ain’t takin my chances. There’s only a few Countrymen left here in the Oasis and we wanna go out on our terms. I reckon my next entry into this journal will be my final farewell to whoever ends up finding this book.