We are now holding lotteries for time off from duties. It was either this or a strike it seems. People are just worn down. I knew it would happen, but I thought it would happen later. The schedules came up today on the dining hall walls. General bitching ensued. Funny thing is most people are doing less, but we are all rotating our jobs. Will help with the burnout and we all can step in to do things. I and Jake are suspiciously absent. Well the Major and Dad is too, but that was kinda a given. Those two are always looking at maps and talking in whispers. I have never seen Dad happier. Odessa is asking me why I am not on the list. How the Hell should I know? Ask Janet. So she did. Oh Boy.
Seems me and Jake are to be promoted. Great. Now if only we were being paid…
Anyway, Jake is going to collect as many long range weapons as he can find and start sniper classes. Me on the other hand am teaching people survival tactics. Yeah me. Well with a busted up leg and not being able to walk very well, I get to roll my happy ass around in an infirmary wheelchair. I swear to GOD (and he better be listening or whoever better be) if John calls me ‘Hot wheels’ again I will shoot him with my rifle. In the chest. So he can get bitten, rise again and I get to kill him again. Anyway. I am taking all of my lifelong paranoid knowledge (but I was riiiiight, the world ended) and passing it along. I gotta think of things to say and organize all this for Friday. Just great.
Doc says my pneumonia is better (How he can tell when I feel like shit is beyond me) and that I should rest and drink plenty of liquids, not alcohol but water, and juice if we can scavenge some up. I am using the NetBook to relay reports and a pencil and paper to make notes for class. Where to begin? I know what we need and I know where to get it. If I can get there. Well the hospital raid is still being planned. Jake and a few guys are out in a Humvee scouting the area around the hospital. They encountered no ‘bad guys’ only plenty of the walking dead. Seems between the fires and our little display of Armageddon with machine guns, we woke up the crawling populace. Jake said they number in at least a thousand, just by figuring out the square area of the parking lots and the amount of space each Z took up. Some kind of hokey math principle or something, I just think he was too lazy to count. Seems we are going to revise our hospital raiding plans. Taking more shotguns less rifles. Close quarters and oxygen cylinders not a good combination if we have to use firepower.
What else is going on? We had two van loads of people show up at our gates. They were unarmed except for 2 pistols. Three were volunteer fireman. HA! Great timing on that one, eh? Eleven more mouths to feed, but 22 more hands to help us build so it’s a good trade off. Five men and seven more women. Brings us up 107 people, 27 of which are children and not all of them are here with their families. At least the two men who are not firemen know about construction which will boost our wall manufacturing. We were planning on making some mistakes it seems with the actual mortar mix. We really need to raid the library for self help books instead of relying on the Internet.
We had our BBQ, wasn’t as good as I had hoped, but the guys didn’t think to get any steak sauce or BBQ sauce before coming back. See, the world goes to Hell when I am not around. Damn noobs. No chips or dip either. Sigh, do I gotta do everything myself?
Kelly brought back two pairs of thermal glasses from the fire department raid. He went out with them tonight and came in disgusted. Seems zombies don’t show up on thermal, being dead and all. He gave me a pair to play with while I am sitting around. They are cool; you can see people through walls, and watching them move around like orange-red ghosts. Fire companies were being issued these for the last few years because you can see through smoke with them to find people in burning buildings. I neglected to tell Kelly it WILL be mighty handy when we go bandit hunting later. I think I will tuck these and a few extra batteries away in my foot locker.
Okay, Doc says he needs to look at my leg again. See you all later.
Over.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Time off for good behavior
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.
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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