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.The two cars were in adjacent spaces, and we arranged the wood to burn on top, inside, and on the bottom.As three of us did that, two more went vehicle to vehicle with hoses and gas cans, draining car gas tanks.Amazingly enough, most of the gas tanks on that level still had fuel.So much fuel in fact, we started prying trunks open to try and find more fuel tanks to get the fuel.I forget the exact amount of gas we pulled out of there, but we brought every single one of our fuel cans, including the fat ass tanks in the humvees, and we filled every single one.I’d comfortable say we left with 200 gallons.Now if we had brought our 55 gallon drums…Makes me want to postpone this trip into the city just to get the damn fuel.By now though we’re pot committed.We made far too much noise shooting, drilling, yelling, screaming, and farting yesterday.The garage should be crawling with undead, and we need that population to get smooshed by the decks when they collapse.There will be more vehicles with gas tanks, and the gas inside those cars will be useful to literally add fuel to the fires.Plus Blake has little to no time to filter the fuel right now.He’s far too busy working with Martin and Quan, learning explosives.Does that sentence scare the shit out of you like it just did me? Damn.Speaking of which, while my crew was upstairs on the top level, Martin, Blake and Quan plus a handful more were downstairs using the concrete drills to make holes to sink the plastic explosive into.Quan was paranoid as balls about the Semtex due to its age.I guess it was old, and old explosives are… fickle.He insisted no one touch them but him, and he simply linked all the charges and hooked them up as needed.Martin and Blake simply drilled holes where he marked them while the rest of the team provided security.I guess they had multiple very close encounters with zombies crawling out from underneath vehicles.On the second occasion of one of them dragging themselves out from under a fucking parked car, Kevin radioed up to us, freshly shat brick in hand, yelling for us to watch out for more where we were.We got really lucky up top, not gonna lie.Several of us spent many a minute on bended knee at a gas cap getting fuel.We easily could’ve lost someone to a surprise bite out of nowhere.I listened carefully to the radios the entire morning and into the afternoon until we’d finished with our fire piles.We didn’t light them yet, we just got them ready.Lighting them will be for when we’re about to go, which will be another couple of days.Four days maybe, not positive just yet.We relocated to the third deck and called for Blake to join us.He grabbed one of the humvees, drove up to us on the third level, and one of my crew switched out with him so they had full staffing and vehicles on the bottom floor.Fortunately while we were doing the swap, we had a brief lull, and no one was in extra danger.Blake grabbed the spare car battery we brought along and popped the hood on a car that we knew had a car alarm.It took us two or three tries to find a car that didn’t simply have a starter kill feature, and an actual car alarm.In case you were wondering Mr.Journal, car alarms are useless.I can’t even tell you how many times I heard a car alarm going off in the distance and did nothing about it.Now starter kill on the other hand was far more effective.Anyway, Blake got the battery into the car, jury rigged it, and after playing around with a few wires, the car alarm went off, loud as shit and right on cue.Noise maker now effective, we packed up and went downstairs to back up Kevin’s team as Quan and Martin finished working on the explosives.Quan was wrapping up the final wiring on the radio controlled detonator when we arrived.We were pushing the two cars blocking the garage out of the way less than twenty minutes later, and after smashing through a few dozen undead milling about beyond the car-roadblock, we were back on the road, all in one piece.I know I drew the lucky straw upstairs with my group setting up the fires.I also know that was entirely intentional on Kevin’s part.He’s trying desperately to keep my safe, yet also putting me near enough the action so that if something really bad DOES happen, I can be there to help.It’s a fine balance.On two fronts really.He’s trying to keep me safe while still using me as an asset, as well as keep me in the loop, but not offend me all at the same time.I am also sure a huge portion of this is Michelle’s handiwork.I doubt this is happening without those two colluding on the matter.We ditched the Factory guys back at their base of operations with a heartfelt thank you, and took the long drive home in shitty weather.While we were inside the garage the weather turned south on us.Sleet and freezing rain were the order of the later day, and the roads were treacherous.We had one gut buster moment just as the sun was done being useful.A zombie was coming down a side road right near Gilbert’s old warehouse.It must’ve heard us coming from a bit away, and just as we were crossing the road it was on, the damn thing slipped in some freezing rain and went down hard on its back.I think it cracked its skull too, because it was still very still when the fourth vehicle passed it.I guess it’s good to be lucky every now and then.I take that as a good sign.Zombies are now killing themselves when we roll through.Things here at Bastion are quiet.We’re prepping for our next trip to the other parking garage near the hospital.Not sure exactly what day that’ll be, but I’ll let you know as soon as we iron it out.Ollie and Melissa are well, as is their baby girl.Kim is well, as is little Adrian Gilbert.Sylvia is behaving better than ever, and the school kids are learning.Our hydroponics facility is running well, our walls are built, our gate is built, and our camera system is running flawlessly.We are eating better than we anticipated we would (And I hate to say its because we lost Fitz, but that did help.Fitz if you ever see this, wherever you are, understand I mean you no disrespect brother.I'd skip a meal a day to have you back.) and things are stable.More stable than ever possibly.Getting nervous Mr.Journal.That went fairly well yesterday, and I’m sure that despite how crappy it actually was, that was still just the calm before the storm.I'm going to kill the lights here, and try to stay focused on relaxed.Maybe I'll do some deep breathing, and think positive thoughts to unwind.My adrenaline is still lingering.I may or may not think about Michelle when I turn out the lights.Otis wants some company, so I’m gonna turn this laptop off, and give my homeboy what he’s jonesing for.A scratched tummy
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