We've stopped for the night by some sort of small building, or at least it used to be. Me and Jason came here in this machine, driven by a man who calls himself "Duelie". We're pretty sure Duelie's made this thing from scratch, he calls it the "Grilla" it makes a heck of a noise and is made of about fifty different types of vehicles. Jason reckons he's seen part of a tricicle in the back. Duelie offered us a ride two days ago, we were a bit hesitant but anything was better than that hell hole we were in. Right now Jason is over catching our dinner, Duelie is resting in the building with his shovel which he calls "Rosy", he mutters to it constantly and insists it gets it's own seat when we drive.