Free Cassie (Adrian's Undead Diary Book 8) by Chris Philbrook Page A

to someone far smarter than I. I should talk to Ollie about it. That's the kind of problem he'd crush in ten minutes.
    We’re moving a few of the hydroponics stations to MGR. We’ve got a few that are already well growing that can spruce up their fresh food on hand right off the bat, and we can also relocate about ten chickens there as well. I think they can build a coop on the roof to make it work. Feed for the chickens might be difficult, but fresh eggs will be good. Water will be a concern there too, with added mouths, but… We’ll figure that out too. We’re also probably going to have to abandon the construction on the waterfront tower due to a sheer lack of manpower. As important as it is to build the towers, dealing with actual threats as they come to light is more important than a guard tower overlooking a lake that hasn't seen a soul on it in nearly two years.
    Fucking logistics of all this shit kills me. There’s just no easy solution to anything.
    Jenna came to me right after dinner and pulled me aside. I hadn't really taken any time to talk to her since we had the missing food incident. I immediately felt bad. I was talking to Michelle about how Syl was doing at the time, and for a moment, I thought Jenna was doing some kind of jealousy power play (which might be the case, as I’ve clearly shown, I’m a fucking giant dildo when it comes to women).
    Jenna raised the concern that we’re going through our canned goods at a pretty good clip, and the chickens aren’t laying as many eggs the past few weeks as they have been previously, so we’re actually not looking good on the food stores at all. She said she wanted to show me more of the deal, and I said I’d see her tomorrow, depending on how the day went, and whether or not we went to MGR to supply them, and start the work on the door upgrades.
    I’m very tired, but we’re all sitting here, tapping our toes and twiddling our fingers waiting for the radio to fire up again. I am sincerely hoping that the idiots that attacked us the other day don’t attack again, but if they do, we’ll be ready for them.
    I just hope they aren’t ready for us.

    -Adrian

January 15 th

    MGR was forced to engage another small round of attacks late this morning. Ethan, Kate and Nick were ready for them this time, and when the tower took fire, they returned equal or more fire accurately, with one confirmed KIA on the enemy.
    Apparently they were attacked by the south this time by a group numbering somewhere between 4 and 6 hostiles. They maneuvered on the tower providing cover for each other while Ethan observed them from the roof. Eventually the team radioed us that they were about to initiate contact, and when Ethan felt they’d run close enough, he pulled the trigger. One man was running across the street at about a hundred fifty yards out, and Ethan put one round through the guy as he crossed the yellow line in the middle of the street. Well, where the middle line was under the snow. We got some serious snow the past few days, and it’s still all over the place.
    Anyway, the report is that the man went down in a heap and stayed awful still. Ethan said he put the round through the man’s chest, and any weapon in that kind of caliber hitting a target that close, that’s not wearing any kind of body armor… Well. I’d bet the man’s lungs and heart were scrambled like eggs.
    The dude face plants in the road, and the rest of the group stops cold, taking cover. See: the power of the sniper. Ethan held his fire and waited, letting them sweat it, and after… I think he said a full minute, the man got back up, and he turned, looking for his other friends. This time, his intent was not to help them, or continue his part in the attack on MGR, but to eat the people he came there with alive. Good guy attacker, changing teams in the middle of the fight for us.
    Showing some compassion, Ethan put one round through the man’s skull, blowing it clean off his shoulders.