The personal log entry of Jonas Ballard.

The search for the truth has many paths. It is imperative that one must find the right path within oneself or they shall forever wander in the maze of lies and subterfuge. . – Ming Tzu, Philosopher, and political writer on Osiris.

Forty-eight hours have passed since the downing of shuttle 1138, and Reavers took the lives of Dr Sanders and our security detail.

There is that word again – Reavers. It is a gorram miracle that I am still alive. There has been no correspondence from nearby vessels thus far, and that is disconcerting. The bleak horizon is of no comfort to me. The blackened clouds hang low across the valley, like the misery that has befallen on us.

Therefore, I shall continue to report any findings in the hope that one day these logs will be discovered. There is sufficient power in my PDA to record data for several weeks.

The afternoon breeze carries the smell of rotting flesh and burnt hull plating to my nostrils. The stench is overpowering.

The emergency c-rations from the wreckage lay scattered to the wind. I have recovered enough supplies to last a full month. I hope to scavenge the area for the remaining supplies.

From my initial observations, there appears to be no natural sustenance in the immediate vicinity. The shuttle came down in the middle of a valley. The surrounding landscape is barren, and punctuated by sandy hillsides.

I also believe that our shuttle came down a few days walk from our intended landing zone. The public location of the reported Reaver attack may still hold some vital supplies.

I do not have sufficient information on Reavers. From reported cases, and firsthand experience, they appear to be like savage animals completely focused on live human prey.

Our supply of c- rations did not appear to be a priority to them. Food supplies will be untouched and fresh to consume at the abandoned location.

The prospect of moving further out into the open is as foreboding as it is frightening, but I may have to ven