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

get everything out. I would like to officially preface this by saying I know FUCK ALL about welding, so don’t expect a complicated description of what we took, what we can do with it, and how to operate it. There were some cylinders of stuff, some shiny things, some sharp things, and a LOT of scrap metal that Martin said he could work with. The great news was the dude had a spare gas generator for his shop (a big one too), so that partly satisfied our need for generators for the gym/hydro facility.
    We had to stop midstream twice to pop two more undead coming down the street, but really, that’s no big deal. I’m so happy that the population of dead has reduced to a reasonably seeming level lately. Granted, we haven’t been moving around town quite as much clearing houses the past week or two stirring the hornet’s nest, but it’s nice one way or the other.
    We returned to campus after about six hours or so, and we got Martin’s shit set up in the old woodshop/industrial arts building. We weren’t using it for anything anyway, and with the stuff being largely, you know, explosive, keeping it from where we lived seemed like, sensible and whatnot.
    It also helps because if he’s in there working, it’s right near the crops, and has windows facing that way, so he can keep an eye on the fields. Not a big deal really, but it’s a fringe benefit. I need to get Martin weapons trained. He’s not a gun guy, but that doesn’t matter anymore. If he wants to stay alive, and keep Julie and Chester alive as well, he’ll have to learn to use something other than a halligan. I also need to get Zach and Ryan on the range as well to see if they are able to carry. I’m hoping yes, but I’m feeling it’ll be a no.
    Today was another off campus day for Abby and I. We took Angela again, and the three of us went back to the area of town the welding shop was in. We managed to clear five houses, which was so frigging awesome. I felt good doing it. It felt like forever since we’d cleared houses. Of course we just spent a couple days clearing out MGR, which is essentially the same thing as clearing houses, but it wasn’t. Felt different at least.
    In the five houses we found no one. No zombies, no dead bodies, nothing more dangerous than a few mangy and frightened dogs running around in the neighborhood. Got my nut sack a little squinchy seeing a fairly large dog running around off a leash, but they kept their distance, and I refrained from shooting them. Sort of surprised at how uneasy I am around dogs now. Anything larger than a terrier makes my asshole pucker up something fierce.
    It’s a shame too, because having a few dogs on campus would be great. Early warning devices as well as pets. The kids would love to have a dog running around. Never underestimate the power of having a friendly animal around. I don't know how I would've gotten through those first few months without Otis around. Of course I don’t know how we’d get one to come to us. The few dogs we’ve seen seem skittish as hell, which makes sense, because the majority of people they see are dead, and try to eat them. I imagine the assumed human/dog bond of trust is shot to shit now.
    So five houses today, and no one inside. While we were emptying them of goodies, we wound up having to deal with a few walkers coming down the street again, which wasn’t a big deal. It sort of scares me how routine this is all getting for us. As I said, it’d been awhile since we’d cleared houses, but it’s so simple for Abby and I to get it all done now. We move as a unit, cover each other’s asses, make little to no mistakes, and are totally comfortable in just about any situation now. Anyone else who comes with us is almost always in the way, and a liability. Patty’s really good too, but I feel so much better with her back at the campus keeping shit on lock down. I trust her to make sure the right decisions get made, and she’s the best shot there in my opinion.
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