I really want to sit here and type that I feel that the Outsiders won’t make another move on us, but you and I both know Mr. Journal that they will. I’m just not that lucky.
They haven’t made any moves that we’ve seen in town yet, but that might just be them getting their ducks in a row. The good thing about them taking time to get their ducks in a row, is that it allows us to do the same. I like our ducks. They kick ass.
We know how they’ll come at us. There is only one real way to get to town from the area they seem to be coming from. Granted there are some long, circuitous routes to take, but the distance you’d have to travel would be pretty excessive, a huge waste of fuel, and likely quite dangerous. And you know what Mr. Journal? These people don’t seem like brain surgeons to me. They seem more like the “see nail, hammer nail,” kind of folks. Linear. Kind of dumb. I know I am risking underestimating the enemy by saying this, but look at their track record. Every time we cross paths with them, they go home in body bags with toe tags.
They also appear to be really under armed. I’ve seen a mess of shotguns and lever action rifles in their possession thus far, and that’s sad. I’m guessing they used up the good guns or the ammunition for the good guns early on. I’m not saying shotguns aren’t good, but a 4 shell capacity turkey 12 gauge is not exactly ideal for surviving the apocalypse we’re balls deep in.
Not to mention our body armor stops shotgun shells pretty effectively. I mean yeah, we can still get peppered with some pellets due to spread, but the brunt of most shotgun shells should be handled by the IOTV. Famous last words. HEEELLLLLOOOO Jinx fairy.
Fuck off Bitch.
In an attempt to setup a preemptive strike in the event they make their way towards us again, tomorrow we are moving out and setting up an ambush site right off the interstate near Gilbert’s place. We’re setting up a double ambush. Well actually, one real one, and one fake one. Remember how we found an area near Gilbert’s Warehouse that was very sketchy, and looked like someone had set up some kind of road block? My brother and sister said it set off their “what the fuck” radar, and it forced them to go down the road the warehouse was on. We’re setting up that fake roadblock as a real one tomorrow.
There are several accident scenes right there, as well as a few abandoned vehicles. A handful of us are rolling out to that location, and we’re moving those vehicles in a fashion to indicate that there is a roadblock there, and it will be dangerous if someone moves through that area. That will hopefully give them second thoughts about going down the warehouse road. On the warehouse road we will be doing… nothing. This is just a little red herring to give them pause, and to make them think twice about coming our way.
About a mile from that location there is a decent sized church on one side of the road, and a decent sized house on the other side of the road. If we put someone in the bell tower, and someone in the upstairs of the house, we will have interlocking fields of fire on the main approach to town. If they come that far into town, they have a single purpose, and that’s to either steal our shit, or as I said to Barry, cause mayhem and discontent. We are setting up there for a two day hitch, then rotating a new team in. We have enough skilled shooters that if they roll in, we can simply light them up, and send them packing. I don’t think they have anything heavy for weapons to fight back with, and honestly, if we have four to six shooters fire at the drivers all at once, they won’t have much in the way of a response anyway.
Myself, Blake, Martin, Hector, Angela and Mallory are in the first squad to roll out. We are setting up four people in the house, and two people in the church bell tower. If we see anything come our way, I pull the trigger, and that’s all she wrote.
Next rotation will be led by Mike and Abby, and I think by then Caleb might be able to go out too. It’s been a long heal for him, but really he’s doing quite well now, and in another three days he could be mobile enough to set himself up as a stationary shooter. We’ll see. There is little sense in having him go out early if he needs the rest, and besides, having him back on campus makes me feel a little better about the level of security there.
Mike said he has an idea where we could set up a secondary ambush location, and tomorrow when we’re moving to establish the roadblock and the church/house location he’s going to scout out the secondary hide. He also said he is going to create some roadblock action to help steer traffic into our ambush site. Set up a few cars across the road, etc. Hopefully, all goes well.
I am concerned about the prospects of clearing the church though. I suspect on June 23rd quite a few people went into that place in the hopes God would rescue them. I’m betting God didn’t do shit for them, and the place is filled with formerly religious undead. So tomorrow might turn into a huge mess as we either empty the church of undead, or we find a different place to set up. I don’t really want to waste a day clearing a building we aren’t likely going to use more than once or twice.
But that’d be my luck.
Things are moving along here on campus. The wall is entirely repaired, and I have Ollie to thank for that. He has kept things moving here despite a wife that is about the size of three watermelons. She has got to be spitting out about eight kids when she pops. I swear that woman cannot get any larger. Despite looking swollen, stiff, and exhausted most of the time, Melissa’s cheer is never ending. I can see how Ollie likes her, she’s something special. You should see the way he looks at her. It’s magical, really magical.
What else? Oh yeah, the plan for a barn is now completed, and the crew has begun to amass the lumber to build it. They’re scraping through every available house in the area to get wood, and we’re also cutting down trees and roughing as much as we can. Martin has been leading that with Blake, and to be honest, it’s crazy how much lumber they’ve got already.
The hydro setup is almost fully operational. We can thank Ryan and Becca for that. They make for a good team, and as much as I hate it, Ryan is a good guy. I’ll still stab him in the thigh if I find out he’s touching Becca, but that’s WAY better than killing him. Maybe in a few more weeks I’ll be downgraded to “punch him in the face” and eventually I might just be okay with him touching Becca. Now there’s no evidence that anything is happening, but I just got that feeling. I know my sister fairly well, and this is right up her alley.
Mallory molested me an hour before I started writing this. I’m happy to report that leaving her alone for a night here or there has increased her sex drive. That’s good news. The bad news is she seems bored of it all, and there isn’t a whole lot I can do about that.
We have instituted a social night here at ALPA. We set up the big screen television from Hall E in Hall A, and every Tuesday and Friday we put a movie on that is kid appropriate, and we try to gather for a few hours to get some positive time that doesn’t involve us busting our balls. It’s been a week and a half so far, and I can already safely say two days a week for this won’t work. The kids are assholes, the people are too, and there’s just too much to be done. Maybe we can just do Tuesdays.
We’ll see. I can’t be in charge of everything. I just don’t have enough give a fuck. The tank is running low.
Alright so that’s all I can give a fuck about for the night. We’re out early in the morning to get the roadblock set up, and the church cleared, and hopefully to get the entire observation site set up. Lucky for us the church and the roadblock area are in the repeater range, so we’ll be in radio contact the whole time.
Oh, and happily enough, when we stole that diesel truck from Barry and his dead buddy the other day, we got the radio they used for communication. Now we know what channel they are on, so with any luck, we’ll catch some of their radio traffic. Oh and incidentally, it was a radio from a police cruiser. Dash mounted. Older model. I bet they cannibalized an old patrol car or something.
Huzzah for us. Fuck them.