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fertilizer than the dude poo they were using, so I’m led to believe.
    Ollie is excited. This takes a lot of pressure off him. Now he can focus on finishing his gate, mourning the loss of Gilbert, and tending to his fields without stressing out about failure.
    So. I know I’m all over the place here, but we really need to hit that fucking warehouse of Gilbert’s. With any luck, the food will still be there, and the plumbing place will have all its shit, and we can raid it to get the hydro gear expanded so we can crank food out all winter long.
    Although heat might be an issue. If we’re planning on growing in the gym all winter, we’ll need to heat it all winter. I’m wondering how much heat the plants will generate naturally? Hm. Wish I could ask Gilbert for his opinion. He seemed to know about lots of shit like this.

    -Adrian

 
     
     
    July 2011

July 1 st

    Been kinda busy here. Taking a wee bit of a risk as well, but fuck it. I’m feeling good about things. Besides, the greater the risks, the greater the rewards, right? Breaking eggs to make omelets, and various other wise sounding blurbs.
    Yesterday I went to Martin and asked him if he could make some kind of metal grave marker for Gilbert. He immediately agreed, and said that he needed more of his welding equipment from his job to do it. Without a moment’s hesitation, and like a complete dumbass I said; let’s go!
    Martin looked at me like I’d just gleefully tried to rape a bag of marshmellows.
    I laughed, and got more information about the welding business he worked at, and after getting enough info to make sure it was actually a feasible run for us, I confirmed my decision, and he and I plus Abby and Angela rode out in the plow truck and the dualie to get his shit. I knew I wanted two trucks to move as much crap as possible, otherwise I’d have taken the HRT and something else.
    Anyhoo.
    Martin’s welding shop was in a tiny ass building right near the grocery store. Of course it was down and out on a suburb street that if you didn’t know it was there, there was no chance you’d find the place. Sort of a home style business that some dude started up and maintained for himself. Martin didn’t own it, but he worked for the guy. Two-man operation.
    Fortunately, the place was largely devoid of undead. When we pulled into the driveway/parking lot, we had passed two wandering in the street, and there was one more right in front of the door of the welding shop. As it turns out, it was Martin’s boss, the owner. Now I said before Martin is a big dude, and this guy dwarfed him. Just a mammoth of a human. Martin shook his head and when we stopped the truck, he asked if he could take care of him as one last favor to a friend. I told him of course, and he hopped out with a halligan, and did what had to be done. As that was going down, Abby and Angela took care of the two in the street with their own halligans.  
    It occurs to me we need more halligans. They’re fucking indispensable. They seem to be good for everything.  
    Once we had the area cleaned out and safe, we checked in the windows of the shop and it was empty. We did a quick clear using the opportunity to show Angela and Martin what was up on how to do it. They hadn’t gotten the chance to see Abby and I in action, and I think they were suitably impressed, especially by Abby. She’s such a stick of dynamite. Love that girl.
    My hope is that we can get more people combat oriented for house clearing once we’re done with the campus defenses. Speaking of which, while we were gone yesterday and today, everyone else pitched in and worked on things. I’m pleased to announce that even without Martin and I’s beef, they still put up some serious real estate. I think they got maybe thirty feet of wall done both days. I think we were putting up 40-50 before with one or both of us, so that’s still awesome.  
    I’m once again getting ahead of myself.
    We cleared the welding shop, and helped Martin