Bagged another redpig over by where we buried Marsch and Wu. Got the meat cut and packed in the freezer pretty fast, so we should be fine for rations for another couple months. Lucky that we can even eat local life.
The shelter still holds, Marsch did a good job on it. The storms we get at night pound it mercilessly, but so far only a few small leaks trouble us. Harris never leaves it, since she can’t walk.
She keeps the ship’s transponder going, but I’m not expecting any miracles: If they haven’t found us by now…