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.Fingers are crossed Dwayne doesn't get an infection.The other houses had another stove we could remove, as well as a few more rifles, shotguns, and handguns.Fortunately, one of the gun safes was wide fucking open for us, so that saves Martin a smidge of work at a later date.We also yanked out a few empty drums in a backyard we can clean and retask for fuel storage, and there was a fair amount of canned food and paper supplies, etc.One thing that was kind of neat we found was a fisherman’s wet dream.One of the homes had a guy who was an avid fisherman, and he had multiple rods, reels, flies, etc.A ton of good fishing shit for us to put to good use on Auburn Lake.So despite our near death bullshit, it was a hugely successful day.Training for a few new folks went well enough, we found several wood stoves, we got some food, toilet paper, guns, ammunition, and most importantly for me personally, we got Mallory two salon chairs, and two salon sinks.We didn’t make it back to campus until about seven at night, so we rolled in right as dinner was being wrapped up.It’s sort of weird now because we’re breaking dinner service up into multiple places.For the longest time we were all eating together, which brought us much closer, but now there’s no place to do it other than the cafeteria, and logistically, that doesn’t make much sense.It isn’t powered so cooking there is pretty much not possible, and that means we’d have to transport the food, and that’s a huge pain in the ass.We’ve broken up into groups eating at Hall B with Ollie and Melissa, a second group eating at Hall A, and a third group eating at the Jones Road Farm with Lindsey and little Andrea.Melissa has organized the dinners into a rotating schedule, so there’s one dinner at 4:30, one at 5:30, and a final late dinner at 7pm, give or take.It’s working, but it feels weird that we’re all eating at different times in different places.We managed to scrape up the last remnants of the 7pm dinner in Hall A, so thankfully, there were no deaths due to starvation today.While we were out, the wall crew managed to throw about 75 feet of barricade up.They also managed an injury free day, which is more than we can boast.With such a productive day under our collective belts, we have elected to plan a trip to the police station tomorrow while a follow up crew heads back to get those woodstoves, and crack that gun safe so we can get to the innards.The day after, if tomorrow goes well and our plan for the police station pans out, we’ll actually go to the damn police station, and get the repeater tower, as well as anything that isn’t nailed down that we think we can make use of.Tomorrow we’ve also got to figure out where exactly we can put Mallory’s salon.She needs plumbing for the sinks, and we really don’t have the patience or time to run pipes to a room without plumbing.This will require some serious thought to be done relatively easily.Looking at the bright side though, I am pretty sure I have secured my place with Mallory as, “Most awesomest man she’s ever slept with.”It’s not all bad I guess.-AdrianJuly 28thGoddamn it Mr.Journal.I’m starting to feel the walls close in on me here.I’ve got a sinking suspicion luck has gone south on me, and I’m running on skill, and planning, which means I’m fucking royally bent.If anything, I need a little luck to make it through all this.We have more injured.Yesterday we split up into several groups.Martin and Angela broke off with a labor team and went outside the wall back to the salon road to remove the woodstoves that we found, and to cut open that gun safe to get inside it.While they were out and about frolicking and whatnot.The brain trust of myself, Hector, Mike, Patty and Abby made the plan to hit the municipal station to take down the repeater tower so it could be relocated to MGR.While we were doing that, another very small group of relatively handy people, consisting mostly of Blake, worked with Mallory and got her salon installed in the administration building near Hall A and the admissions office.That was our, “Day off.”You believe that shit? Unreal how much crap goes into the fucking life we live now.Otis sits around and does fuck all each and every day, and I swear even he looks tired of this shit.Speaking of Otis, he’s well, and we’ve seen a smattering of cats and kittens running about on the fringes of campus lately.There’s been some talk of taking some in as pets, but we need to make sure we are not overrun by cats.Haven’t heard any dogs lately either, other than when we are downtown.Mallory’s salon is fully installed in the office area right next to the old Nurse’s station which is where Doc Lindsey has set up her business.I’d always secretly envisioned Lisa setting up a medical treatment area there, but I’ll take what I can get.We still need to figure out a plan to go back to Westfield to hit the clinic Mike and Lisa had set up to get all that gear back here.It’s either that, or we hike up our skirts and clear the clinic here and get it ready for regular use for x-rays and that shit.Might need to do both.Crossing T’s and dotting I’s and all.Martin, Angela and the remainder of their team removed not three but four woodstoves out of the homes on that road, which is one more than we saw on our first pass through.All of them came out relatively easily.The folks also managed to remove all the brick flooring and insulation for the walls, as well as the vent pipes and all that shit.We’ve got to sort out where they’re going and who is going to install them, but I think we’ll figure it out.It’s nice to have extra resources.It’s weird.It’s like having one less thing to worry about.That’s a strange fucking concept.Martin was able to get the safe open with minimal torch use.I’m starting to think he’s used that torch for mildly illegal activities in the past.He knew just how to access the safe in a hurry according to Angela.I am not complaining, let me be clear about this.Having a safecracker nearby seems like an asset.Inside the safe I guess they found three antique shotguns, two handguns (both Glocks), a handful of mags for the Glocks, a few boxes of shotgun shells, and a couple hundred rounds of ammo for the pistols.Not what I’d hoped for, but still a nice present to unwrap in July.The brain trust came up with an actionable plan to remove the repeater tower from the municipal complex to be executed today, which was exactly what happened.I won’t lay out the plan.It’s too much fucking writing and I’m tired.I will however, go over what happened.Besides, none of our goddamn plans survive first contact anyway.There’s always some unknown variable [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Fingers are crossed Dwayne doesn't get an infection.The other houses had another stove we could remove, as well as a few more rifles, shotguns, and handguns.Fortunately, one of the gun safes was wide fucking open for us, so that saves Martin a smidge of work at a later date.We also yanked out a few empty drums in a backyard we can clean and retask for fuel storage, and there was a fair amount of canned food and paper supplies, etc.One thing that was kind of neat we found was a fisherman’s wet dream.One of the homes had a guy who was an avid fisherman, and he had multiple rods, reels, flies, etc.A ton of good fishing shit for us to put to good use on Auburn Lake.So despite our near death bullshit, it was a hugely successful day.Training for a few new folks went well enough, we found several wood stoves, we got some food, toilet paper, guns, ammunition, and most importantly for me personally, we got Mallory two salon chairs, and two salon sinks.We didn’t make it back to campus until about seven at night, so we rolled in right as dinner was being wrapped up.It’s sort of weird now because we’re breaking dinner service up into multiple places.For the longest time we were all eating together, which brought us much closer, but now there’s no place to do it other than the cafeteria, and logistically, that doesn’t make much sense.It isn’t powered so cooking there is pretty much not possible, and that means we’d have to transport the food, and that’s a huge pain in the ass.We’ve broken up into groups eating at Hall B with Ollie and Melissa, a second group eating at Hall A, and a third group eating at the Jones Road Farm with Lindsey and little Andrea.Melissa has organized the dinners into a rotating schedule, so there’s one dinner at 4:30, one at 5:30, and a final late dinner at 7pm, give or take.It’s working, but it feels weird that we’re all eating at different times in different places.We managed to scrape up the last remnants of the 7pm dinner in Hall A, so thankfully, there were no deaths due to starvation today.While we were out, the wall crew managed to throw about 75 feet of barricade up.They also managed an injury free day, which is more than we can boast.With such a productive day under our collective belts, we have elected to plan a trip to the police station tomorrow while a follow up crew heads back to get those woodstoves, and crack that gun safe so we can get to the innards.The day after, if tomorrow goes well and our plan for the police station pans out, we’ll actually go to the damn police station, and get the repeater tower, as well as anything that isn’t nailed down that we think we can make use of.Tomorrow we’ve also got to figure out where exactly we can put Mallory’s salon.She needs plumbing for the sinks, and we really don’t have the patience or time to run pipes to a room without plumbing.This will require some serious thought to be done relatively easily.Looking at the bright side though, I am pretty sure I have secured my place with Mallory as, “Most awesomest man she’s ever slept with.”It’s not all bad I guess.-AdrianJuly 28thGoddamn it Mr.Journal.I’m starting to feel the walls close in on me here.I’ve got a sinking suspicion luck has gone south on me, and I’m running on skill, and planning, which means I’m fucking royally bent.If anything, I need a little luck to make it through all this.We have more injured.Yesterday we split up into several groups.Martin and Angela broke off with a labor team and went outside the wall back to the salon road to remove the woodstoves that we found, and to cut open that gun safe to get inside it.While they were out and about frolicking and whatnot.The brain trust of myself, Hector, Mike, Patty and Abby made the plan to hit the municipal station to take down the repeater tower so it could be relocated to MGR.While we were doing that, another very small group of relatively handy people, consisting mostly of Blake, worked with Mallory and got her salon installed in the administration building near Hall A and the admissions office.That was our, “Day off.”You believe that shit? Unreal how much crap goes into the fucking life we live now.Otis sits around and does fuck all each and every day, and I swear even he looks tired of this shit.Speaking of Otis, he’s well, and we’ve seen a smattering of cats and kittens running about on the fringes of campus lately.There’s been some talk of taking some in as pets, but we need to make sure we are not overrun by cats.Haven’t heard any dogs lately either, other than when we are downtown.Mallory’s salon is fully installed in the office area right next to the old Nurse’s station which is where Doc Lindsey has set up her business.I’d always secretly envisioned Lisa setting up a medical treatment area there, but I’ll take what I can get.We still need to figure out a plan to go back to Westfield to hit the clinic Mike and Lisa had set up to get all that gear back here.It’s either that, or we hike up our skirts and clear the clinic here and get it ready for regular use for x-rays and that shit.Might need to do both.Crossing T’s and dotting I’s and all.Martin, Angela and the remainder of their team removed not three but four woodstoves out of the homes on that road, which is one more than we saw on our first pass through.All of them came out relatively easily.The folks also managed to remove all the brick flooring and insulation for the walls, as well as the vent pipes and all that shit.We’ve got to sort out where they’re going and who is going to install them, but I think we’ll figure it out.It’s nice to have extra resources.It’s weird.It’s like having one less thing to worry about.That’s a strange fucking concept.Martin was able to get the safe open with minimal torch use.I’m starting to think he’s used that torch for mildly illegal activities in the past.He knew just how to access the safe in a hurry according to Angela.I am not complaining, let me be clear about this.Having a safecracker nearby seems like an asset.Inside the safe I guess they found three antique shotguns, two handguns (both Glocks), a handful of mags for the Glocks, a few boxes of shotgun shells, and a couple hundred rounds of ammo for the pistols.Not what I’d hoped for, but still a nice present to unwrap in July.The brain trust came up with an actionable plan to remove the repeater tower from the municipal complex to be executed today, which was exactly what happened.I won’t lay out the plan.It’s too much fucking writing and I’m tired.I will however, go over what happened.Besides, none of our goddamn plans survive first contact anyway.There’s always some unknown variable [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]