I’m so frigging beat Mr. Journal. I’ve been super active the past few days, and my body is feeling it. Even though I haven’t been doing anything heavy duty, my muscles are such mush now, just walking around has been a challenge for me. At the end of pretty much every single day lately, I feel closer to mashed potatoes, than human.
It sucks. I am seriously thinking it’ll be another week before I am anywhere close to being back to anything resembling normal for me. But, even though I say that here, I did get to fire my weapon the other day, and despite it being kind of fucked up for me, looking back on it now, I’m very glad it happened.
Melissa is doing very well. She’s recovering from the surgery admirably, and despite being very sore, and having a little bit of bleeding after the birth, she’s doing terrific. Ollie is doing great as well. Little Martha screams like there is no tomorrow. Ollie is still smiling, but Blake and Kim are pulling their hair out. Their little guy was just starting to sleep good at night, and now Martha is fucking that all up. Hopefully she settles down and starts sleeping better. I just got back from visiting them in Hall B, so that news is fresh.
The day after Martha was born I grabbed Jenna to lend me a hand with the food inventory in the cafeteria. I think I mentioned that we’ve been using it as a central repository for the entire campus for large supplies, and I really wanted to take a day or two and get a much closer idea of where we were in terms of supplies for the upcoming winter. I am pleased to say, we have quite a bit of vegetable stores still on hand, but we are missing a rather alarming amount of “good stuff.”
What’s good stuff you ask Mr. Journal? Well, pretty much anything sugary, or canned and is marginally healthy for you. Ravioli, canned spaghetti, etc. We’re also missing multiple boxes of candy bars as well as snack cakes, fruit roll up thingies, gummy fruity thingies, and all other manner of less than healthy, but thoroughly delicious foods.
It’s so clearly been cherry picked that both Jenna and I came to a pretty universal conclusion that someone with a sweet tooth has been taking what they want on the sly. Either they are sneaking in somehow when the door is unlocked, or they have access with a key, and they’re simply helping themselves as they see fit. I was not frigging pleased. I like candy bars. I love cupcakes. Which prick out there is eating our good snacks?
Oh, and did I mention we’re missing somewhere around 30 or 40 cans of soda? Where the hell did that shit go? Soda quite literally doesn’t grow on trees, and replacing it is pretty frigging dangerous. This is very greedy, and borderline reckless. This is the kind of dilemma that makes me wonder where do we draw the line? I’m sitting here wondering to myself that if I find the asshat stealing food from us, are we within our rights to line them up against a wall and put one in the back of their heads?
That lack of food might mean someone starves in the next four or five months. I’m seriously debating in the back of my head that we need to make an example out of this person. Assuming we can even pin the tail on the fucktard. I asked Jenna to search campus for folks who have porked up, and she found no one. Everyone is holding on pretty much to the same weight. Of course that tells me that whoever is stealing the food is not eating it, they’re simply hoarding it somewhere. Maybe someone is planning on leaving?
Hm. Disturbing thought there. I wonder if someone is planning on leaving here with a giant truck filled with all our most delicious foods.
Ooooh… that gets my shit ALL riled up. Makes me want to punch babies, and god save me, we have babies here to punch now.
Funny how small a thing can disrupt life now. I’m pissed over missing Root Beer and cookies. Ready to put barrel to forehead with the intent to kill…
I need to reevaluate this. Murder can’t be the solution, even to prove a point. I can see something dangerous like if someone were to kill one of us, that would be worth killing over I think. But stealing food… Nope, not yet. I’m not that angry, or that desperate.
Andy arrived late this morning with a small enjoy of folks from the Factory. That marked the first time they’d ever visited here, and they were suitably impressed. Mike and Patty gave them the nickel tour, and showed them the basic layout of the place but didn’t give them a huge intel filled tour. On the outside chance they are devious, dastardly people, we didn’t want them knowing where all the honey holes were here. Give them no idea where the big folks sleep at night, or where we store our food or guns, or gasoline.
None of us had the impression they were scouting. Andy did a pretty thorough security screening for us though, and marked a few spots where we NEEDED cameras. (according to his fears, I’d imagine) Of course he also said we could move the cameras as needed.
Apparently he can set them up to be powered with solar cells, and or rechargeable batteries that we’ll need to swap out every so often. Nothing much for maintenance. The toughest part of all of this is actually coming up with the gear. Where are we going to find all the necessary cameras and wiring, and batteries, etc?
Andy said our two best bets were the municipal station, and the grocery store. Large retailers have tons of cameras, and he can just yank them if we can supply him with some security while he’s doing it. We can also check the pharmacy, and possibly even the atm machines and banks. We’re planning on doing that within days so we can get that ball rolling.
Most of our labor force has been directed towards building the guard towers inside the wall. We spent an entire day cutting down trees and getting fresh lumber made up, and right now the same labor force is working on getting it all cut to size, and put upright. So far so good. No injuries of note, and we’ve got one tower just about up and ready to go. They are about three stories tall, and right now only have a ladder for getting to the top, but we’ll be putting stairs and doors on them for faster ascension in the event of an attack on us. Too hard to carry a box of .223 up the ladder while carrying a SAW.
What else? Seems like there should be way more to talk about. I’ve been nose deep in this food inventory thing as well as following Andy around. I like the guy, but let’s be honest, letting anyone into your home turf is nerve wracking. I just hope he’s on the level with us. I also hope he hasn’t been reached out to by the forces arrayed against us. That’d suck balls.
Did I mention I was super tired? We’re going to do a more thorough search of outlying buildings in a day or two to try and find where this food is being stashed. Despite us still bringing down the occasional deer and turkey, losing all the processed yummies will be a real bitch as we move along. If only for the kids who want a nice sweet snack. I also asked Jenna in the next few days to try and get an assessment of our needs for clothing and bedding as we move into winter. We’re carrying thirteen extra bodies, and even though I know they brought stuff, I want to make sure everyone has blankets and jackets and whatnot.
Headed to bed for the moment. I’m hoping all of the irons in our collective fires develop well. It’d suck balls if it didn’t.
If you’re listening Jinx Fairy… go fuck yourself.