Seems I am being ordered to rest for a while as the Doc thinks I now have pneumonia. So when I am not on pain meds I am helping to plan a hospital raid for diagnostic equipment and anything else we could use. If I don’t get better soon, all I am going to do is plan, I won’t be in any shape to go. I will also set here and fantasize my revenge on the bandits at the air field if we didn’t kill a good many of them yesterday. Sigh, sucks to be them.
John’s been by with his new grandson and unfortunately it looks like him. Well, at least that got him out of my room for a while. Katy has been by every hour it seems, and Jake has been in and out as we go over plans and resources. Our food situation is not good at all. We are at the same amount of people as before but the food continues to dwindle. Albert and Gary are taking a 6X6 out about a mile and shooting a few cows to eat. Luckily the 4 men they are taking with them are avid hunters and they will be field dressing the cows before they bring it back, or I know Odessa would have nothing to do with helping them cook it. We are going to have a good ‘ol BBQ. Now if we just had some cold beer and some Cole slaw…
Even though we have power we keep the freezers and refrigerators just for food only. No matter how much I plead. No drinks in the coolers. The Major set up a ‘trap’ in the creek and has been stock piling beer and soda there. He was by a few minutes ago going over a finer detail of the plan; he was pushing Dad with him. Dad carried the beers. They weren’t frosty but they were chilled. We had a map drawn by Janet of where most of the machines we could feasibly move. Anything else would be too big or require more power than we had here. We just didn’t have enough people to secure such a large building, the Depot and Lowes all at once. Maybe if we had more people. The Major, now trusting my instincts, enacted another plan of mine. We would broadcast everyday at Noon and Midnight, A La ‘I am Legend’. We could use the help even though we were low on food.
Fires still burn in town but they don’t seem to be spreading. No chatter on any frequency from the bandits, regular folk or even the New Congress. I am hoping that was just a joke, but the Major informed me it was on a military scrambled channel, so ‘confidence’ was high that it was legit. I shake my head to myself. If only the New Congress had an army. We were also getting ready to start pouring the footers for our concrete fencing. People were getting run down too. Those who stay behind here and wait for us to return (those that do) I think have a much tougher time than we do when we go out into the world. I know Odessa’s nerves are about done. Zak is always wandering by and causing trouble. Bandits are a given problem so we don’t stay outside much, the chain link keeps the dead out but not bullets. People are looking a little frazzled. I think the only ones not depressed and ragged are the children. And the new mothers and one certain grandfather. Speaking of ragged, Fred I think has went around the bend and fell off the tracks. Lucy told us he was an accountant and lived alone all this time. ‘He was kind of a strange and a dork too.’ I didn’t know they still used that word since the 80’s. Janet is adapting fine, she is the Major’s admin now, she is organizing people, getting schedules done (To much groaning and moaning by us all) but routine may help us. Lucy is helping Odessa in the kitchen, but the girl reminds her so much of her niece that I can see her just staring at her as she works. We have not heard anything from them since the day John and I went to their house. Once I am up and around I will go out there again. This makes me try my cell phone for my brother, sister-in-law and my mom. ‘Call cannot be connected’ yada yada yada. I hope they are all right. I try her younger brother next. I get his voice mail!
I leave a message hoping he has a way to charge that iPhone monstrosity he calls a phone and calls me back. I am not telling Odessa until I hear something, it may just mean the system is working but no one there to pick up….
Our sprouts are coming along nicely in the ‘Lowes Gardens’ as we call them. We also got a pretty good batch of alcohol done. Too strong to drink but will make a suitable replacement for gasoline and for our own Molotov cocktails. I wanted a flame thrower but everyone nixed that idea. We had people beg me and my guys to get some more books for them or anything to read. The few TVs that work only pick up static. We did procure a few XBOX 360s and a couple of Wii’s for the kids. We do have to occasionally run the grownups off them. Madden NFL seems to be a favorite. We are going to start a school soon in one of the conference rooms, but we need to raid a school for books and stuff. I said it like that on purpose. ‘and stuff.’ I hate when people say that. But who am I? Miss Manners? Naw, some shmuck dumb enough to take a bullet in his leg. And here I sit. A captive audience of one. Haha. That’s funny. Being surrounded by military things. Oh, never mind, you’d have to be here.
Speaking of which, if anyone out there needs help or wants to join us, just let us know.
Well I am getting tired and my leg is throbbing something fierce, I think I will lay down for a while.
Over.
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