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.Accountant shishmountant.Once we were sure things were settled we checked on the few things we needed to at the station.On every pump there are gauges that tell you how much gas is left in the underground storage tanks.I’m not sure how to read them, but according to the gauges on the pumps, I’m fairly certain that between all three grades of fuel at the station, there is something around five thousand gallons in the ground.Motherfucking huzzah.I busted open the front of the pumps to check for manual hand cranks, and there was no attachment for one.I was really hoping for one.Mike and I talked about a solution to getting the fuel out fast, and we’ll have to try that idea to make this worth it.To double check the fuel supplies, I went to the small lids where the fuel trucks load the tanks, and using a screwdriver, I popped them open one by one while Patty covered me.I saw the faint reflection off the fuel of my maglite, so I knew there was enough fuel to make a full on retrieval worthwhile.I asked Patty to pull the truck around while I checked the store for remnants.Two of the large panes of glass on the front of the store had been busted in, and I went to the frames to get a clean look inside.I had a moment of déjà vu when I remembered getting gas here when the shit hit the fan back in June.I remembered pumping my gas covered in blood, holding my shotgun, and I immediately recalled the look of the cashier watching me through the window.Time flies when you’re fighting for your life.The store had been stripped of everything, right down to the scratch tickets at the counter.Where the people who stole them planned on cashing them in mystifies me, but they were gone.Some folks will fucking steal anything.I didn’t see anything moving around inside the store, so when Patty pulled up to the curb, I opted that we get out of dodge.Now I love Patty, she’s a wonderful woman, and I’m quite fond of her.However, she is not used to driving a truck with a giant yellow plow on the front of it.When she came up to the curb, she pulled in too close, and clipped a large metal rack that was intended to hold jugs of windshield washing fluid, and sent the damn rack flying straight at me.I had nowhere to go but dive in the parking lot directly in front of the truck, or attempt to leap like Otis over it, and neither of those options happened.I took the damn rack straight in the fucking guts, and got slammed against the frigging brick side of the store.I had the wind half knocked out of me, and I doubled over holding my midsection.Patty nearly shat herself when she saw me get hit, and she leapt out screaming to lend me a hand.Mercifully, she put the truck in park before she got out.Adrenaline rocks.The damn rack was wedging me against the wall, and I hadn’t gotten it off of me yet, and Patty grabbed the thing with one hand and flung the fucker ten feet.All I could think of was the urban legend of the grandfather who lifted a tractor off his grandkid.Granted this was a little different, but she tossed that hundred pound rack like a BOSS.She helped me into the truck just as a few more zombies started to come down the street about 50 yards away.We’d attracted attention.Patty stopped and plinked them dead with her rifle, and she drove us away.I noticed when we were making our escape that daycare building we’d seen the day of the meeting with Brian.Now, I know that building will have undead kids in it.I mean, that’s a given, right? At his point Mr.Journal you and I both know what my luck is like, and it’s easy money that building is filled with a dozen kids permanently stuck at the terrible two’s.Little evil bastards slowly rotting away with heads filled with sharp, murderous baby teeth.Anyway, in my delirious state of hip and stomach pain, I realized that the daycare building still had all its windows intact, and that very likely there would be baby food and possible formula inside.My greedy little nugget immediately decided that we needed to hit that place to get inside and see if anything was available.The two pregnant girls in Westfield are going to be needing a lot of baby food and formula when the kids are born
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