Adrian's Undead Diary (Book 6): In the Arms of Family Read Free

we got from the industrial complex, and amazingly enough, we got everything moved out in about eight hours.  
    It was made mostly do-able only because of Martin. He stored a few canisters of acetylene and a cutting torch in the building, as well as his basic welding gear. He also knows where to find more, and honestly, that’s a huge boon to bring to bear. Anyway, he fired up the torch, and after maybe a half hour, he got the bottom floor entrance freed up, and we were able to run the shit right down the stairs and out to the waiting truck.
      We had one toe-pusher moment when I was coming down the stairs and walked right into a fucking zombie. It somehow didn’t get dropped during the building clear the other day, and frankly, I blame the women. Noob mistakes. I was carrying some of the hydro gear, and walked right into the fucking thing. The floor was still smelly as hell due to the gore and death, so I didn’t notice any additional smell from a moving undead. Luckily I had just come down the flight of stairs, so I had some good momentum, and blasted the thing right off its feet and onto its ass.
    I think I screamed something along the lines of, “Oh fuck a potato!” Then I dropped the hydro gear as softly as I could while keeping my asshole shut. I drew the Glock, and bucked a hole in the dead guy’s head before he could get to me. I wish I’d thought about it more before I shot the thing, because the goddamn brains went all over the linoleum floor, and twice after that happened someone slipped and ate shit on the greasy grey stuff. What a shitty way to fall down in a shitty place. Luckily no one got hurt falling, and I don’t think anything was broken.
    Zach and Ryan were amazingly helpful during the packing and move. They kept everything remarkably organized, gave astoundingly clear instructions to everyone as far as how to handle shit, and despite all my misgivings, they were professional, and held their shit together. The one thing that did go down that was a little sketchy, was that they really wanted to carry guns during the operation.
    I said no. Flat the fuck out no. Until I saw them at a firing line, and could gauge their demeanor and professionalism with a firearm, there was no fucking way they were carrying. They both put up a fit about it, but Abby started yelling at them to, “Grow the fuck up,” and they clammed up. She scares the beejesus out of them.
    So I told them after Abby’s stern ass-whupping that I would take them to our makeshift firing range, and get them some trigger time and if they did well, they could earn the right to carry. Now the real irony is that Danny Jr. carries, and he’s about five years younger than them. I guess it pays to have a cop for a dad, and not sell weed like a bunch of social derelicts out of your small town apartment.
    All my bitching aside, Zach and Ryan did great today. Especially after we returned and they got everything set up in our new hydroponics facility. The gymnasium. It’s going unused, and frankly, we get so much motherfucking exercise just living now the place will never see use except in winter, and even then, it’s more important to turn all that space into food production.
    Of course now, we need to get some juice to it. Our new priority is to clear houses, and find some generators, or solar panels to make it happen. The panels on the roof of the MGR can be cut in half. There are quite a few up there, and if we switch it to just a small outpost for three or four people, then the amount of energy needed there will be minimal.  
    Hooking them up might be an issue, but we’ll figure it out.
    It took us several hours once we returned here to get things all set up. I helped the stoners get the hydro setups done, and even though there’s no power running to them, they claim they can be run manually using spray bottles and buckets and stuff, and we have those in spades. We also have cow shit all over campus now, which is a much more appropriate