Woot! Lunchtime earlier today Melissa went into labor, and she just gave birth. It’s... 11pm.
It’s a GIRL! Our first baby girl. Pretty intense shit. She’s massive. I guess Doc Lindsey and Roger said she weighed in at nine pounds even. Melissa is sleeping now, and if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll stay that way while her lady bits repair themselves.
Ollie and Melissa named the little girl Martha, after his mother. I didn’t hear a middle name, but I’m sure it’s fitting and appropriate. The kid has dark hair like Melissa’s. I was really hoping for a little redhead baby, because that would’ve been cute.
I’m really happy for them. I’m really happy for everyone here too. The news spread fast, and folks are absolutely beaming. This is the latest we’ve been up for a good reason in a long ass time. It’s nice.
I am amazingly fucking sore. I feel like I’ve been ridden hard, and put up wet. I am doing exercises to the best of my ability here to reconstitute my withered body, and I tell you what Mr. Journal, I am so out of shape it isn’t funny. I tried sit ups early in the morning the other day and not only did my gut kill me for the remainder of the day, but I nearly blew out the stitches in my neck. Roger, Ethan, and Doc Lindsey were not pleased in the least.
Rest has been the order of the day today.
Our holiday shindig was a smashing success. I consumed an entire can of cranberry sauce, all on my own. One thing I haven’t talked about is my ravenous appetite. I was bitching the last time I wrote that we were going through food too fast, and I’m wondering if it because I am now awake, and eating calories like they’re going out of style.
I feel better, though sore. The pain in the neck is getting manageable, and I haven’t had to take anything more powerful than Tylenol for the pain in a day. Of course I took four Tylenol for the soreness in the rest of my body, but the neck is doing much better. With any luck, I’ll be up and around doing things outside in another week.
Anyway, our shindig was held in the cafeteria which needed to be cleared out some as we’ve been using it for storage. We made enough space to pull out some old cafeteria tables, and we decorated it with some old leftover Thanksgiving decorations Abby found in the admissions building. I think it was that girl Amy’s office.
James and Joel have been out hunting for the past couple days out in the woods far behind campus, and they’ve reported in that there have been a few roaming undead. That’s new, and worrisome. Luckily, they also dropped two turkeys, and a small deer. Therefore, we had a very old school meal of roast turkey, and grilled venison with carrots, apples, onions, small potatoes, cabbage, and an assortment of sweets we’ve been holding on to.
We don’t have many left. Sugar is getting low as a general supply, and when that’s out… not sure exactly how we’re going to sweeten things. Maple syrup? I’m not sure to be honest. That is a really shitty thought when I put effort into thinking about it. How will I sweeten my coffee? For that matter, where will I get coffee when we run out? We’ve got a LOT stashed away… but when that’s gone, what will we do?
Happy thoughts Adrian. Happy thoughts. This bullshit will depress you.
So across three or four large tables, everyone sat down and shared food, drink, and a good time. We rotated the guys and gals on watch, and had the MGR people just come back to eat for a few hours, and it was great. Just an awesome time. Oh, and people got fucking wrecked. Blake’s cider is getting there, but the new guys brought several pallets of beer and liquor with them from when they landed in Canada, and as everyone smart knows, Canadian beer is awesome shit. More alcohol than American beer, and thus, awesomer.
It was nice to watch everyone let go and enjoy themselves. It was also nice to spend some time with Blake. He and I have a kind of bond now that’s weird, and also very cool. He was with me on the other side for some time, and he knows what it’s like to live in that space between life and death. He stood there as I challenged (stupidly, one might argue) evil itself, and dealt with the minion it sent my way. Fuck Sean, that dumb bitch.
Shindig was good, no one died, lots of gas and naps, and campus wasn’t attacked during our meal to ruin the good times. I kept finding myself watching the new people and trying to gauge them. The PJ guys are all stand up dudes. Very intense though. Alpha males in almost every sense of the word. No quit in them at all. Ask them to achieve the impossible, and either they’ll do it, or die trying. Kevin and his people are the same, though they’re older, wiser, and more family oriented. I fit in better with them. Becky and Shelby, the British woman and kid are both warm and sweet. Becky has bonded strongly with Melissa, who is still having contractions by the way. They’ve slowed, but they’re still hitting her. Not sure what to make of Michelle. I think I’m intimidated by her. She’s tall, pretty, and smart. She also has this gift for catching my eye and just… staring. Not in the “I’m crazy” way, but in that, “I’m not afraid to make eye contact” way, which is weird. She’s hard to not look at too, which means I have had plenty of those awkward moments. I’m now fairly sure she thinks I am a weirdo. Or a creepy perv, and to be honest, both assessments are probably true.
That was… yesterday. Today I am resting, and I believe the rest of the folks around here are doing the same. We’re working out a more detailed shift schedule for watches, and also working out a rotation for who will staff MGR. Some folks want to live there permanently, which is fine, but some folks want to rotate out there for fresh eyes, and a change of pace. The tower allows us a great view of the town, and it’s also a great resource with the repeater tower on the roof.
Oh, the biggest thing that happened today was a delivery of two turkeys and veggies to the Factory by Kevin and a few of our old schoolers. I wanted Kevin and Martin to visit there and assess their security, and see if the nerdy dude there… what’s his name? Shit I forget. Lemme look it up real quick… Andy. The nerdy dude in the control room there.
Anyway, I wanted them to talk to Andy and get an idea if their security system could be duplicated here, and at the tower downtown. I really liked how he had it set up.
Kevin and Martin checked the place out, and despite a handful of undead outside of the building that had to be put down mostly with melee weapons, it was a productive trip. Andy is coming our way in a coupel days to get the area checked out and start working on collecting gear to get a camera control room dealio working.
Kevin tried to explain it, but sadly, Kevin is an uneducated cunt, and failed miserably. Apparently Andy can set up a wireless network that transmits the video from remote cameras. The range is good, and apparently he said the cameras can be a mile away or more. We’re now thinking cameras at the end of Auburn Lake Road as well as in strategic places around campus and in town will be an enormous asset.
I can’t wait to talk to Andy to see how this will work out. Being able to maintain security from a central location and cut down on the number of people we’re committing to gate and wall posts will be nice. We’ve got three on duty 24 hours a day right now, and we’re stretching that job into some people that don’t have what I’d describe as tier one combat skills. If we get attacked at the wrong time right now, especially if it is by people and not zombies, we could be in serious trouble.
Speaking of security, Kevin brought Fitz to our meeting earlier, and the two of them asked if they could get the okay to build some guard towers. Old school, perimeter towers for elevated observation. They suggested that one tower near the gate would be built to house a mounted SAW to provide heavy fire to anything at the bridge or gate. I told them to go right the fuck ahead. They are taking a few bodies into the woods on the other side of the bridge tomorrow to start cutting trees to make the towers. Kevin wants to build at least four, Fitz is thinking six is the more correct number. I told them to build as many as they wanted. Even if we don’t staff all of them, all of the time, they’ll be great for observation, and if we HAVE to mount a SAW somewhere, we can.
What else? Um… The plane thing is on hold. We’re still getting snow, and I’m thinking our aspirations to fly are going to have to wait until spring now. We’re kind of behind the ball now, and I don’t want to waste time plowing runways, and hangar lots and whatever else we’d have to do to get it done. I’m sure Kate and Nick will be pissed about it, but such is life. Deal with it.
Hall C is now electrified, and has a wood stove to provide heat. The gas generator I directed the group to the other day was a pretty big one, and the whole building has power like Halls A, B, and D. Did I mention we’re rationing gas and electricity yet?
With the gas stations and all the gasoline up in flames due to the attacks while I was out, we don’t have a single new source for gasoline anywhere. I found some gas cans while I was out on the other side, but honestly, that might amount to maybe fifty gallons, assuming they’re still where I saw them, and the gas inside them is still good.
So yeah, we’re only running the generators when necessary. Heat is to be provided by wood stoves, and electricity is only to be used for hot water, laundry, and for movie time in each dorm during the evenings. No more running them overnight until we NEED the furnaces on to heat these buildings. We need more wood stoves too. Some of these buildings are ginormous, and really need two or three stoves to maintain their heat. They weren’t designed for central heat sources, they were designed for forced hot air furnaces, or floorboard radiators. Something to keep in mind if we start new constructions.
Soooo…. What’s next? Andy is visiting to assess our security system viability. After that, we need to assemble components for the system, which the more I think about, scares me. Where are we going to find the right kinds of cameras? My bet is the city, and that I do not like thinking about that.
We need to hit some of the tiny towns between here and Westfield, then hit some of the small towns that are “suburbs” of Westfield. Mostly to try and find some small gas stations that with any luck escaped ravaging by survivors.
I had this quasi epiphany the other day. If you lived in the urban areas when shit went down, you had the negative of being utterly and completely surrounded on all sides by hordes of the dead. The positive is, if you survived the initial rush you were living in a resource rich area. Theoretically, you were also competing for those resources with a larger amount of survivors, but hey, if you were fast enough, you could accumulate a lot of stuff.
If you lived in rural areas, similar to town or Westfield, you had less dead to deal with, but also far fewer resources left over. Smaller populations means less dead to deal with, but also likely larger amounts of survivors. Smaller populations also means more survivors, so there are likely to be more people competing for those smaller resource amounts.
Does that makes sense? I’m wondering if life is actually harder now because all of our resources have been depleted due to lower starting amounts, and more survivors eating and consuming them.
Food for thought.
So yeah, Andy and the cameras, gasoline, more wood stoves (or solar panels etc), building 4 to 6 guard towers, healing, and a general push for progress all over.
And I get to sit and do nothing while everyone else goes out and gets shit done. Man that’s infuriating.
In the past few days I have managed the following: I was moved back to my room in Hall E to my bed, and I had an awkward, relationship ending discussion with Mallory regarding how I knew she wanted to break up with me. She tried it to play it off, tried to act like it wasn’t what it was, or that she didn’t say what she said to Abby. I told her no further explanations were needed, no hard feelings, and I understood. I don’t have the energy to fight anymore about it. I don’t care. Sex will be a distant goal of mine at best. Right now I need to heal fast, and get my ducks in a row. Mallory moved her things out of my room, and out of Hall E entirely. She’s staying in Hall D I think.
I’m trying not to think about it. I act tough, but it still stings. As much as I don’t want to admit it, this will bother me for awhile.
So yeah, I achieved two things, more or less.
The rest of the group was able to achieve far, far more.
We have an agenda that seems insane to me. A year ago I was struggling with clearing the houses on Auburn Lake Road by myself, and now we do the same in a single day, far safer. Because of the sudden addition of all these bodies, we’ve had to open up Hall C. Sadly, there has been no electric supplied to that dorm, nor have we found or installed a suitable wood stove to assist with the heating there as the weather turns south.
So the new folks decided that they deserved heat and electricity, which they’ve gone without already for an unreasonable amount of time. I can’t blame them. I also want my man Kev to have everything he deserves, and the least of that is electricity and heat. As a result, we spent the last two solid days searching neighborhoods we haven’t gone to yet for gas generators, solar panels, wood stoves, and other usable supplies.
Not surprisingly (thanks to yours truly, more details on that later Mr. Journal), they turned up quite a bit of goodies. I am sick with myself over the fact that I was not there to help, and to share in the joy of finding such spoils. Sigh. Such is the life of the maimed and healing. I suspect there will be a few weeks of this bullshit before I am up and running at full capacity. Maybe I can score a job as wheel man on a run outside the wall soon. That’d be so exciting. Of course that’s me being optimistic. I am having a hard time standing up and pissing on my own at a urinal right now. Driving a vehicle in a combat situation would be… difficult to say the least.
Anyway, jealousy and bitching aside, we managed to score not one, but two usable wood stoves. I guess the crew keeps finding these shitty pellet stoves, and no pellets to go with them, so finding actual wood stoves was the hotness. They got them yanked with just a minor series of fights, and today they’re all working on getting the stoves and small gas generator they found in a garage installed. Sadly, there were no solar panels found anywhere (but I kind of expected that already, so no skin off our teeth). Some of the guys are working on some ideas to make life a little easier too. These dudes really know how to get shit done. Kevin is the balls.
No injuries, and only one real news item health wise to report. Melissa apparently had a few days where she had contractions, but those subsided. Of course she started having them about an hour ago again, so we’re thinking this is the real labor coming on. We don’t know the exact moment of conception, nor did she get adequate prenatal care… But she’s gotta be close. She looks like she’s going to give birth to a full size replica of Ollie.
I feel better myself as it involves pain, but my body is very weak. I lost of lot muscle tissue laying in bed that long, and I’ve got a few bed sores to boot. Nothing major really, but they are stingy as hell, and Lindsey and Roger have me on some antibiotics to make sure they don’t get infected. I’m hoping the antibiotics help to prevent the neck from getting infected too. See: Adrian’s fear of infection overwhelming him.
So the real thing I wanted to write about tonight was twofold. Firstly, we all blanked on the fact that yesterday was Thanksgiving, so this morning when I realized yesterday was the damn holiday, I got on the walkie, and summoned Abby and Patty to remind them, and to see if we could get something nice going. I think I’m the only person with a fucking calendar here, and as a result we missed the holiday. Preparations are being made now for a sweet luncheon to celebrate the holiday. I’m also told by my tiny blonde backup that many folks are celebrating the arrival of the others, as well as my sitting back up alive. I guess the odds in Vegas that I’d sit back up dead were at least 60/40.
Fuck odds. The Jinx Fairy can blow me and chug it.
Anyway. Cheery holiday chatter aside, we’re planning a shindig tomorrow to end all shindigs. James has been outside the wall with my bow hunting turkey, and he’s been pretty successful for a few weeks. He’s got one on ice right now, and he’s double timing trying to get a second out the back gate in the woods. We’re still getting straggler undead down the road, but since the crew started doing runs for loot, we’ve kept it a lot more manageable. Trying to explain to the SO kids that we will piss through our ammo is a good time. They love their rifles. I’m trying to start a love affair for them with halligans. Truthfully, they’re the shit, and don’t run out of ammo either. To be frank, I’d settle on a love affair with a fire axe, sledgehammer, crowbar, or even a concrete block. Anything that doesn’t make a lot of noise and run out of ammo. These guys aren’t used to the idea of being in one place for long. They’ve been sticking and moving for months now, and after they’re gone, they don’t give a shit about how much noise they just made. Here, it’s a concern. Things FIND us if we make noise.
Alright, second big issue of the day is what I’ve got planned for us for the near future. Part of why the guys were so able to find stoves and a generator was due to information Gilbert and I gathered from the other side.
Let me try and explain what it is like. Have you ever had a dream where things seemed very real, but you knew you were still in a dream? Vivid experiences that sat on the edge of your mind just out of reach, just beyond the real? Most of the time when I realized I was having one of those dreams, I became too aware of it, and I wound up waking up.
Not so on the other side. The other side is like a massive theme park set in a dream, one where the whole damn world froze solid on June 23rd, 2010. The bad part of that is that nothing works there. Cars don’t start, water doesn’t run, you don’t eat or drink and everything is hazy and indistinct the further it gets from you. Much like a dream, the more you concentrate on what is happening, the more control you have over it, and the more “real” it becomes for you.
If I thought about a person who I knew was dead with enough will, I could muster them to my presence. As a result, once I got good at it, I was able to bring quite a few people to my presence to chat. Of course, that only worked on people who died on that day, or since then. You see, the door was open before then, but now it’s shut solid until we sort this bullshit out.
I’ll talk more about who I spoke with, and what they had to say another day. Really, it doesn’t matter for today’s entry. What I can say, is that I was told NOT to try and talk to Cassie by Gilbert because somehow, she’s wrapped up in this. I’m not sure exactly how yet, but I’ll figure it out. Also, I was unable to summon my brothers after trying carefully, so I think both are still alive. That’s awesome.
What does matter, is that the world on the other side is frozen in time, the same as it was June 23rd when everything went off the tracks and shit the bed. If I went to a house and looked through it, everything that was there that day, appeared before me. So I realized right off the bat that if I needed to find something, all I had to do was spend the time wandering about, searching for items, and viola, when I awoke, I could go to those places, and unless the items I needed were taken since June of last year, the items were still there(theoretically of course). This should work best for large items like stoves, generators, cars, etc. They’re less likely to have been removed. It’s why the guys and gals so easily found the wood stoves and generators the past few days.
They’re amazed, I’m exhausted. It was fucking WORK to wander around and search all those houses with Gilbert and Gavin while I was “out of commission.” I don’t think my reputation as a “normal guy” was helped by having supernatural information. Some of the folks here that found out I was giving out spot on intel about local houses and businesses were literally dumbfounded. I didn’t explain how, just made it out to be no big deal, but some folks are clearly seeing me as some kind of modern day messiah. I don’t like that at all. I’m just a regular fucking guy, dragged into some pretty unregular bullshit.
Anyway, because I know of where some awesome shit MIGHT be, I’ve got to get the crew set up on some raids to houses and businesses that are likely to still be intact. There are some houses on the edge of town that I found that should have reloading supplies for ammunition, medical supplies, as well as gas generators, stoves, vehicles, tools, building supplies, and much more.
My first concern is traveling to, and making those places safe so we can gather what’s left of what we saw. My second concern is getting a plane in the air. I know that sounds like a huge reach, but hear me out. We have a pilot, multiple pilots actually, and people who can repair small planes now. Nick and Kate are both capable, and there is a small training airport maybe ten miles away that has Cessnas, and planes of the such that they claim to be able to repair and fly. If we can get a plane in the air, even a small one, an eye in the sky as well as the ability to travel long distances will be incredible for us. I’d like to get that done before the snow falls. Again. We got about six inches of heavy wet snow a couple days ago, and it sucked. Fortunately we have the plow, and lots of kids that have energy and shovels.
We’ll see if the plane thing happens. I suspect bullshit will get in the way. Until then, we soldier on, getting shit done.
Incidentally, food supplies are much lower than I thought they’d be by this point. I’m not sure why, but it appears that folks were indulging while I was out. Going into winter, we really can’t afford to eat too much. Especially now that we are plus thirteen mouths to feed.
Thirteen hungry mouths I might add. I’m going to have to investigate the missing food problem, and find out who is eating us literally out of house and home. Of course the more I think about it, it could be someone storing food in locations across campus to hoard it. Maybe someone in Hall D, or Hall C is moving food there for their own uses later on this winter. Makes sense as a survival plan, doesn’t it? I guess we’ll get to the bottom of it.
Maybe tomorrow. I just took a vike, and the world is getting swimmy. Catch ya on the flip side Mr. Journal.