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.She looked so tiny.Abby and I couldn’t shoot her.Most of the other people in the dorm were still sleeping, and there was always the chance the round would pass through her skull, and we really didn’t want to paint the damn wall with her brains, so we had to figure out how to get her down, put her down, and get her out without rousing the dorm.We wound up taking a fairly easy route out.I made a slipknot on some nylon cord, and when she reached out to grab Abby, I slipped the cord over her wrist and yanked it tight.Once snug, we spun her by her feet, and tied the rope around her, binding her arms tight to her body.Once that was done, I grabbed a roll of duct tape, slapped it on the back of her head as Abby held her steady, and we gave her another spin, covering her mouth.After all that, she was rendered as safe as we could get her.I cut her down, and we slipped her out the side door of the dorm with no one the wiser, and drove her out to the spot where the body pile was.Abby brained her with a knife to the eye, and we started a small fire to get rid of her body.Small is relative by the way.Burning a body takes a fair amount of wood and flame no matter what.So yeah.Not exactly starting your day off well.Cutting down a dead teenager and burning her body.No suicide note, no signs of foul play.There was a tipped over chair at her feet, so it looked as legitimate as a suicide as it could.Of course now our minds are racing.Some of us are fairly sure that whoever set the fire in Westfield was likely her murderer.We’ve no way of knowing.No cameras, no witnesses, nothing.Once everyone in Hall D woke up, Patty, Abby, and Doc Lindsey addressed them, and told them what had happened.Honesty is the best policy as they say, and everyone looked pretty shocked to hear of her death.No one seemed truly surprised she’d killed herself though, which makes me wonder if she really was suicidal.Not one person said, “Not her, no way.” And usually, that means she’d been sending some kinds of signs to someone.Complaining, distant emotionally, cries for help, who knows.One more dead body.It sucks.The younger girls who were friends with her took it fairly hard.Lots of early morning tears, painful hugs, and general dismay.Shit happens.I just hope this was a sincere, honest suicide.Otherwise, that means there was foul play involved, and that means whoever set that fire in Westfield is here, and has picked up right where they left off.I didn’t sleep well last night.After dealing with the Emily issues in the morning, Dwayne, Mike, Martin and I went back downtown to MGR to finish the weld job on the other main ground level entrance.Martin set the doors up to have a sliding steel bar on the inside for protective purposes.He also set the door up so it was reinforced with rebar so if it was rammed, a straight rod of steel would be there to shore up the door.If someone was clever enough to attach a winch and yank the door though, that might be trouble.Basically we are expecting that MGR will be staffed 24/7, so the locks are internally enabled.Bars across the door, reinforcing bars on the inside, etc.If the people inside MGR drop dead or are killed, we can always enter the building the way we did at first, using the ladder truck.We spent about six hours downtown with Martin doing the majority of the hard labor.The undead population was mild, and I chalk that up to our constant presence, and hard work at eliminating everything we’ve been seeing day after day.I mean shit, how many undead could there possibly fucking be in this town? It seems like we’ve killed fifty thousand undead lately.Of course, there’s no way to account for the migratory activity of these pieces of shit, so we might be dealing with walkers from all over the county now.We returned last night with no issues, and had a mild evening where we compared notes about stuff people said, and had a severe bout of paranoia about the death of Emily.Most of us are convinced her death was suspect, but again, no proof means we’ve got nothing to go on.After our paranoia filled evening, we crashed hard.Today started with no dead bodies, hooray.Celebrate the little things, right? Despite the shit day we had yesterday with Emily’s death, both today and yesterday saw another batch of amazing productivity.We did it all despite a terrible heat wave of the mid nineties again.I think it actually hit a hundred yesterday at about two in the afternoon.Just scorching hot here.It’s the kind of heat and humidity that causes you to instantly start sweating as soon as you’re outside doing anything.I mean peeling a fucking orange would be sweat inducing right now, if we had oranges.Mike keeps going on and on about how thankful he is they aren’t doing water runs anymore.In this heat, they’d have been pissing through fluids over there at easily double the normal rate.Probably much faster.I’m happy to report that Blake has completely filtered all of our on-site fuel.He also got some fuel additives from Hector that will stabilize the gasoline for, “A fucking long time,” as they both said.I don’t know what it’s called, but they both claim the stuff can hold fuel potency for a long time.As a result, both Hector and Blake are advocating strong for another fuel run.Hector had five barrels in that garage we took that are all empty now, and we’ve emptied two more since our last fuel run, so I’m thinking another couple barrels, and we can send a crew outside the wall back to the convenience station to make a fuel run.I’m also wondering if we should shit can the water truck as a water truck, and just fill that bitch with gas.That’d be a lot of gas on hand, and Hector says there’s enough fuel stabilizer or whatever to keep it fresh for us for some time.It’d be nice to have that much fuel on hand, but honestly, with a pyromancer/murderer on site here, I am really goddamn skeptical to put that much of a highly limited resource in a single container, that we can’t really restrict access to.I’ve taken the truck idea under advisement, but the fuel run is a go in a bit.If the undead levels downtown are as low as they were the other day, we’ll be good to go with a fairly rookie crew.I’d like to get some new folks some trigger time, if only to get my own eyes on the new folks to see how they perform.Ollie has finally finished building the new chicken coops.We have averted the poultry horde takeover.He had to use every last inch of the chicken wire we had on hand, but I am happy to report that our chickens are safe and sound inside wire and frame cages, and they are no longer underfoot at all times [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]