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

What’s left of his body is still in the street down there right now, and that was about eight or ten hours ago. The rest of the group slinked away, staying in decent cover for their retreat, so Ethan wasn't able to hit them, and haven’t returned yet. Our three at MGR felt like it was a better tactic to let them escape and think over what happened, and how we handled it, than simply dropping them as they ran. Lord knows, Ethan and crew could’ve put at least one or two more of them down, of that I'm sure, despite him saying he couldn't get a clean shot off. After dark Ethan or Nick are going to slip out to retrieve the fallen dude's weapon and check on their route in or out. I’m guessing we might have some footprints or tire tracks we can follow out. Of course it’s a little windy right now, so there’s a good chance that’s a fool’s hope. I'm hoping for a trail of breadcrumbs.  
    But, let’s face it. I am not a profoundly lucky dude. I can safely say I spend more time looking up from the bottom of the drain at the toe, than being the toe.
    MGR didn’t require a response from us, and judging from their accounts of the events, they handled it well. Unless these morons that keep attacking us come up with a new tactic, or find some kind of serious firepower, I think we have them handled for the moment. Famous last words, enter the Jinx Fairy.
    Mallory’s arm is doing well, and she’s finally out of the medication haze they had her on. She lost everything below the left elbow though. The stub, or whatever you want to call it is healing well, and she says the pain is manageable. She says she can still feel her fingers. Says she can still move them. Sucks to see her like that though. It’s certainly weird to see someone that previously had two arms doing things without one. Well, trying to do things with just one. She’s got to learn how to do a lot of things over again. I had this pang of guilt or something while seeing her. I almost wanted to ask her to “take me back” or something, at least so I can help her or something, but that’s all that white knight bullshit again. She doesn’t need emotional complications on top of healing issues. There are plenty of people that can help her here that aren’t going to mess with her head at the same time.
    I met with Jenna, and she’s 100% right. Our food stores are going down faster than we’d anticipated. I think the births of the children, the Syl theft, as well as just feeding Syl might have a lot to do with it. We’ve also had some sick kids, and we’re feeding them twice quite a bit. Once for them to throw up, then once again slower and with frustration so they keep it down. I also don’t think anyone had an idea the impact of Kevin and Michelle’s group was going to have on us. Granted, they brought some food with them, but it wasn’t much, and now they’re eating out of our stores. We can barely keep up with demand on egg or milk production right now. MRE's aren't designed for sharing in the same way grown food is.
    Food is a serious concern right now for me. It was bad before when Syl was stealing from us, but now that we’re into the thick of winter, moving around off campus is a bitch, and there’s little left to search for anyway. We’ve pretty much got what we’re going to have. Grow it or go without shall be our motto. I talked with Jenna and Ollie while Patty and Abby were there, and after taking a pretty careful stock of the situation, we’re looking at maybe putting the oldest cow down for meat.  
    James has also said that he will double his efforts outside the walls to try and get us a deer, or something we can eat. Of course he dropped a fair amount of deer already, and I’d hate for him to hunt the area’s deer extinct or something. Although, I can’t imagine more won’t come through here eventually, and if we have to hunt them into oblivion for a year, it’ll be worth it to get us through to the summer where we can plant far