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January 4^th.

                From frying pan to fire, right?  Fuck that fairy.  I’ve decided on a resolute course of action for myself and the community here for a few days.  I took a stand, let them know how I felt about things, and that’s that.  Remember back when I was first talking about whether or not I’d lead by committee, or if it was my word was law or whatever?  Funny that with all these people here I’m not really doing what I said I would do.  Or thought I would have to do, for that matter.

                I guess that’s because I’m surrounded by people that aren’t total assholes.  I was so worried I’d be surrounded by people who would challenge my authority, and do things that were dumb.  I’m pretty lucky.  Minus a few dicks here and there, I’ve been blessed with supportive people that see things the way I do.  It’s made leading pretty easy.  Now if I could get over the guilt of when I make a bad call, and folks get hurt or die…

                We restocked MGR earlier today, and it was my first taste of violence in some time.  We rolled out in our standard movement package of MRT, and double humvees.  I rode shotgun in the HRT in the lead, with Caleb driving, and we had Abby in the back.  In the two humvees we had Kevin, Blake, Roger and Quan, plus Alex and George who were switching out with two folks there.  We were restocking their water and food, as well as dropping off some additional weapons gear and supplies.

                MGR hasn’t been engaging any of the undead they have been observing.  Noise brings in more of the dead, and with possible living people out and about, there has been little reason to risk drawing them in either.  Up to this point, it has been simply safer to sit back and observe.  Of course when we roll in to visit them, there are some undead milling about, and our vehicles made enough noise to draw in more, so we naturally had to deal with some action on the surface streets.

                Caleb drove over a zombie as we pulled into the parking area near the building, and we dismounted quickly to set up a perimeter.  There were perhaps 4 or 5 undead danger close.  I hopped out and walked over to the zombie Caleb had hit.  I had the halligan on me from the HRT, and as Abby got on the roof of the HRT to provide additional cover, I took a deep breath, and brought the halligan down onto the skull of the still crawling man.  His legs were shattered and twisted something awful, and he wasn’t any danger to anyone, especially me at that moment, and that’s why I did him in.  I needed a bunny to get back on the gravy train, to break myself back in.  The sound and feel of his skull breaking under the halligan’s weight was sickening.  Like smashing a flesh covered, brain filled coconut.

                Abby gave me a quiet golf clap as I pried the halligan free.  I laughed at her.  I was a little pissed at her, because her clap made me feel like she knew that was a big moment for me.  I’m just self conscious about it.  I need to face that.

                The rest of the group fanned out to make our perimeter and put down the zombies in the vicinity, and once we’d made it safe, thankfully without having to fire any shots, we proceeded with the restock.

                Not a ton of news to report on that.  We took their garbage, refilled their water and food as needed, and dropped off a few hundred extra rounds.  We had been waffling on the idea of upping their staff, and when we were there I made the decision we needed to.  While we were inside the building I took time to check the world around it for movement, and to be honest, I saw far too fucking many undead in the streets.  A fair handful of them wandered over to the building while we were there, so the folks pulling security at the door had steady work on their hands. 

                Something also felt… off.  I can’t place what it is yet, but every time I looked out the windows there, I had the feeling that was missing something.  Ever had that feeling Mr. Journal?  It’s like when you’re about to leave the house, and you just feel like you’re forgetting something.  Same idea.  I just had this fucked up feeling that I was missing some detail.

                Anyhoo, seeing Mallory again was awkward.  I don’t think she expected to see me either, because ten seconds after she saw me, she disappeared to “check on something.” 

                Chicks.  So much drama.

                When we cleared out I left them with the fact that I’d be back tomorrow.  Thinking about McGreevy’s rifle the other day, and being on top of that building made me want to take some shots.  Plus, Alex and George are there now, and they’re both decent shots, as is Mallory, so I feel pretty comfortable getting on a balcony, and putting lead downrange.  I know I’ll draw in a lot of the dead, and I’m counting on that.  The herd needs thinning, and I need trigger time.

                We also discussed the temperatures.  It’s been really quite cold, and MGR isn’t staying all that warm.  We still have that wood stove from Sylvia’s cabin, and I’m bringing it back tomorrow.  Ethan has agreed to come to MGR with me to stay while I’m there, and that’ll make getting the stove in and up the stairs to a central location that much easier.  Martin will come back a few days later to get it all hooked up.  I don’t think one stove is enough though.  Being there for a couple hours earlier today showed me the building is not designed to stay warm without lots of electricity.  I’m thinking after I get done with a few days there putting dead down, we launch a mission for those bags of concrete, and a couple wood stoves I know are out there in folk’s basements.

                Campus is bland.  We are dealing with dogs now in a remarkably positive way.  We are opening the outer gate at the rear of campus, and bringing out a small amount of food.  When we feed the dogs that approach, if they take the food in a calm and friendly way, we know that they can be rehabilitated.  Brought in as pets, warning alarms, whatever.  One of the dogs tried to bite the hell out of Angela today while we were gone, and she put it down on the spot.  I celebrated a small victory on that one.

                We’ve only taken in one dog, a mutt that looks like it might be part Rotty.  I don’t like it, but we’re keeping it near the barn where the cows are, and that’s a good distance from where I tread typically.  The dog that got put down was a small thing.  I didn’t see it, but Angela said it was like a beagle mix or something.

                Angela said they’ve counted the dogs, and there are 11 left that have been somewhere near Bastion regularly.  I don’t know why they’ve suddenly made their way to our home like this.  My worst worry is that whatever brought the undead back into town has scared the animals into the outskirts.

                I wonder what might’ve led the undead to town, or stirred them up?

                Headed to MGR in the morning with Ethan. I’m bringing the trusty laptop here in the event I can’t sleep.  At least I’ll have something to do.  I’ll be shooting by noon if all goes well.

                -Adrian

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