"Regrettably, we've yet to meet the ones who brought us here, and our only correspondence with this world's native inhabitants comes in the form of prerecorded messages in the Convoy." He takes a few steps toward some of the scattered, fractured notes. "Given the evidence here, it seems as though we're guinea pigs being used to make up for their failed rituals."

But it's just a guess. The fragmented nature of the writing hardly tells the whole story.

"Still, where resources are concerned, crowbars aren't a terrible blunt weapon in a pinch. You may also find some broken pipes if you know where to look."

Though he's since scavenged a gun, an old crowbar hangs from his belt. It's convenient for added reach, if nothing else.