[ WP ] Civilization has fallen , but brave treasure hunters have heard the legend of Ft. Knox . The automated defenses , however , are still online .

July 17th 2265: 
 
 In the woods the stories from a man's childhood take on new credibility. Once the trees close in and the sun light dances through the leaves the imagination runs wild. The air seems alive with magic. On a moonless night when the wind blows, each creak or snap or shuffle in the dark conjures up thoughts of lurking horrors every man had n't thought of since boyhood. 
 
 With every mile I become more convinced of our destination. I can see in my sister's face that she feels the same. 
 
 We had always thought the stories our father had told us had been just that, stories. His great grandfathers, great grandfather the captain of the guard of a vault of treasure; the wealth of the planet's most powerful nation. Somewhere, deep beneath the ground in a land called Knox our ancestor had stood as chief protector of a treasure of pure gold vaster than imagination. Until one day they came and closed the vault, a new generation of guard was being introduced, all artificial, all intelligent. 
 
 Somehow, this did n't seem hard too believe while we grew up in the dark world dirty and hungry, always moving looking for food. In the two hundred and forty years since The Fall there had been many stories of great hordes of treasure from before, but nothing had been found, the before world was dead and gone. But somehow here in this jungle hope glimmers brightly. 
 
 August 9th 2265: 
 
 A jungle this dense could hold a thousand secrets safe from prying eyes. We ’ d have to practically trip over something too see it. If it weren ’ t for our map, a worn and faded page out of the great explorer Rand McNally's meticulously made Road Atlas, passed down through the generations we would never have made it this far. Only a week ’ s trek more, barring any unforeseen complications. 
 
 August 12th 2265: 
 
 Paul died of dysentery. 
 
 August 16th 2265: 
 
 Arrived at a clearing in the middle of the jungle. According to the map we should be directly at our destination though this can not be correct. It looks as though it is being maintained. There are no trees or weeds too be seen and in the center of the walled clearing the top of a large building is visible. I will send a few men over at first light as scouts. 
 
 August 17th 2265: 
 
 The scouts haven ’ t returned. 
 
 August 18th 2265: 
 
 Screams in the night. Horrible and long mixed with faint mechanical sighs. They filled the whole jungle and in the dark it was impossible to locate their origin. Some of the men say they came from within the walls. I don ’ t want to believe that and we can ’ t wait any longer. I ’ ve talked with my sister, if the scouts don ’ t return by morning we ’ ll arm up and be going over the wall. 
 
 August 21st 2265: 
 
 They are at the vault door. It ’ s heavy but I don ’ t expect it will hold them for long. They are too strong… too smart. The scraping crash of metal on metal as they hurl themselves at the door is more than I can handle alone. I wish she were still here with me instead of at my feet with her eyes wide and empty. I can still smell the singed flesh of the edges of the gaping hole in her abdomen even though her blood began to dry hours ago. In this golden gleam she almost looks beautiful, almost like Mom…I can hear metal giving way now. The sizzling thud of heated projectiles eating into the steel grows louder. 
 
 
 At least my tomb is fit for a king. 

