Entry 4: Day 5
I have gained a new appreciation for the word "mile". As well as the word "meal". I am subsisting mostly off of a type of desert crayfish. They live on the muddy roots of the oasis trees. Conveniently, they are easily captured and the trees provide cover from the crage. Sadly the crayfish does have a rather effective primary defense in the form of a horrid taste.
Entry 5: Day 5
Today was slow, but I am confident. Any day now I will see the airships reclaiming our lost land and routing these savage beasts. I march westward in hopes salvation. There must be a front line at this point. I will find it. In the mean time its cray for breakfast lunch and dinner...with a side of mineral water.
Entry 6: Day 7
I am doomed. Undone. I am not exactly sure where I am but there are miles of open desert between me and the nearest oasis. The crage patrol the skies with regularity. To try to cross would be suicide. The patrols pass at a rate of three times a day, and it's at least a two day hike across this expanse.