find it. It took us all morning and into the afternoon to locate one, and wouldn’t you know, it was at the giant farm house at the end of Jones Road. Gilbert found it. I wound up salvaging a pump out of one of the houses near the old gas station but it was electric, and thus far more scary. Gilbert said he had an AC//DC converter at his place we could use if it came down to it. It’s always good to bring a backup plan. Fortunately, we found enough O-ring clamps and hoses to test to make sure we had a good fit. I was scared any rubber hoses we’d find would be dry rotted, but after about thirty houses we found ones that would work.
After we’d picked up a bunch of stuff out of the houses we came back and emptied all the barrels into a single full barrel. We had to move the hand crank around a few times to get it done, but the end result was all but the one barrel in the back of the plow truck. We also topped off the generator tanks, and filled the fuel tanks of the vehicles we use most. That way we could get the max fill on our containers. Once done with that, we formed our basic plan for today over dinner. I was pretty sore at the time too from taking that metal rack to the guts. Mr. Journal I tell ya man, it was nice to sit down. Nothing is broken, but my whole stomach and all of one hip is a pretty sweet checkerboard bruise. Sore as a bitch.
Once we’d gotten our basic plan down, Gilbert and I taught the girls weapons maintenance. I know I’ve said I like cleaning guns, and I still do, but cleaning all the guns all the time does get old. Fortunately both women have a good eye for what needs to be done, and they took to the process of weapons maintenance fast. Patty seemed to really enjoy it. Maybe that’s some remnant of the mom flaring up. She strikes me as the kind of person who kept an immaculate house. Gilbert and I showed them how to clean their own weapons as well as the M15’s, in the event we had another horde show up and we had to cycle through the weapons again. Gotta keep all the guns in the fight as they say.
Gilbert shuffled off to his humble abode right before we had dinner. He said he was tired, and wanted to make something small for himself to eat. He seems better health-wise now than he did a week or so ago. I think the stress of it all gets to him sometimes. Not that he’d admit it. That white haired dude is harder than nails. Patty, Abby and I had a small dinner, and we plopped ourselves in the living room and watched a few movies. Separately we wandered up to bed once we were tired.
I slept soundly last night. Happy to report that.
As a group we all met after eating breakfast. Gilbert has been using the truck instead of the snowmobiles to get around since we had the few days of rain. The snow is much lower today than it was over January and most of February, and we are experiencing this sweet freeze/thaw sleet cycle that has everything covered in either ice, or snow that’s so frigging hard it’s more like concrete.
We decided we’d take the plow truck for the plow and the fact that we’d loaded the barrels and empty containers into it already. Gilbert would also take his Chevy, and we would roll into the gas station just like we did the other day. Hit em with the plow, then pick off the stragglers. Abby and I would set up and operate the sump pump while Gilbert and Patty pulled security for us. We would fill all the small containers first, and then fill the barrels. If the gas station was overrun with the dead, we’d use the plow to kill as many as possible, then kite them away from the station and kill them as needed.
We took off sometime around 10am. It was another chilly day, somewhere around freezing, with a reasonably stiff winter breeze and sleet that came and went randomly. We all bundled up good, but I didn’t take gloves. I thought they might cause static, and I really wanted to avoid that. The drive down to the gas station was smooth, and we kept in radio contact
After we’d picked up a bunch of stuff out of the houses we came back and emptied all the barrels into a single full barrel. We had to move the hand crank around a few times to get it done, but the end result was all but the one barrel in the back of the plow truck. We also topped off the generator tanks, and filled the fuel tanks of the vehicles we use most. That way we could get the max fill on our containers. Once done with that, we formed our basic plan for today over dinner. I was pretty sore at the time too from taking that metal rack to the guts. Mr. Journal I tell ya man, it was nice to sit down. Nothing is broken, but my whole stomach and all of one hip is a pretty sweet checkerboard bruise. Sore as a bitch.
Once we’d gotten our basic plan down, Gilbert and I taught the girls weapons maintenance. I know I’ve said I like cleaning guns, and I still do, but cleaning all the guns all the time does get old. Fortunately both women have a good eye for what needs to be done, and they took to the process of weapons maintenance fast. Patty seemed to really enjoy it. Maybe that’s some remnant of the mom flaring up. She strikes me as the kind of person who kept an immaculate house. Gilbert and I showed them how to clean their own weapons as well as the M15’s, in the event we had another horde show up and we had to cycle through the weapons again. Gotta keep all the guns in the fight as they say.
Gilbert shuffled off to his humble abode right before we had dinner. He said he was tired, and wanted to make something small for himself to eat. He seems better health-wise now than he did a week or so ago. I think the stress of it all gets to him sometimes. Not that he’d admit it. That white haired dude is harder than nails. Patty, Abby and I had a small dinner, and we plopped ourselves in the living room and watched a few movies. Separately we wandered up to bed once we were tired.
I slept soundly last night. Happy to report that.
As a group we all met after eating breakfast. Gilbert has been using the truck instead of the snowmobiles to get around since we had the few days of rain. The snow is much lower today than it was over January and most of February, and we are experiencing this sweet freeze/thaw sleet cycle that has everything covered in either ice, or snow that’s so frigging hard it’s more like concrete.
We decided we’d take the plow truck for the plow and the fact that we’d loaded the barrels and empty containers into it already. Gilbert would also take his Chevy, and we would roll into the gas station just like we did the other day. Hit em with the plow, then pick off the stragglers. Abby and I would set up and operate the sump pump while Gilbert and Patty pulled security for us. We would fill all the small containers first, and then fill the barrels. If the gas station was overrun with the dead, we’d use the plow to kill as many as possible, then kite them away from the station and kill them as needed.
We took off sometime around 10am. It was another chilly day, somewhere around freezing, with a reasonably stiff winter breeze and sleet that came and went randomly. We all bundled up good, but I didn’t take gloves. I thought they might cause static, and I really wanted to avoid that. The drive down to the gas station was smooth, and we kept in radio contact
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