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

which makes sense due to us making lots of noise on day one. No injuries outside, and to be honest, it’s good to know we’re still trimming the proverbial undead hedges in town.
    In addition to the dead bodies upstairs there was just a lot of blood, and shit too. Dead bodies lose control of their buttholes and poop everywhere as I’ve said before, so the apartments had chunks of turds all over the place, as well as huge smears where it fell out of their pant legs and they stepped on it or fell in it. Instead of cleaning the rugs and carpets, we cut them out, and tossed them right out the windows and balconies into the street.
    Hard surfaces were purged with bleach. Fortunately we’ve been stockpiling it and we had enough to clean the areas we’ll be using regularly in the building. We also went though bottle after bottle of air freshener and Febreeze too. Anything to get the fucking smell out. The people there had died primarily during summer of last year so luckily they had their windows open at the time. Of course there’s only so much an open window can do to alleviate the smell of that much death.
    We opened the few windows that weren’t already open and with the chemical bath we gave every dirty surface, by the time we were done today, most of the rooms were brought down to palatable levels. Some of them though… will never be habitable. The damn smell and aura of what happened in them is just in the walls permanently now. Like spiritual residue or something. I wonder what kinds of dreams we’d have if we slept in those rooms.
    I bet they wouldn’t be of The White Room.
    While we were working on all that, we managed to get half of the solar panels off the roof and loaded into the trucks for the gym. We took really careful notes, and some pictures and such so hooking them up at the school would be a lot easier. I wish some of the STIG guys were still alive to help, but that’s a huge fucking reach. There's a hole in the ground where all of them used to be.  
    Yesterday, I forgot to mention, I spoke with Blake. I said in an entry a few days ago that I needed him retasked to work on fuel stuff, and I spoke with him about it. He wasn’t pleased to hear that I thought his efforts on the HRT needed to be abandoned. He wasn’t too bad about it, just sulked a bit, but when I explained to him how bad off we were for fuel, and how important it was that we had gasoline for the generators so his woman and baby boy could have electricity, he changed his tune right the fuck off and went straight to the filtration system we built. I think he’ll be on that for a few days or more, but really, I have no fucking idea. ADD must be a motherfucker.
    I do know that he’s changed since the kid was born. He is much more serious, and doesn’t have the same level of that... rambunctious energy he used to have. He also hasn’t raised his hands once to leave campus since he returned. I can understand that. New father, afraid of dying, doesn’t want to take unnecessary risks, etc. I just hope he doesn’t lose that hardened edge he developed on his own for so long out there. That Blake was a huge asset to us, and I’d hate to lose him.
    Where the fuck was I?
    Alternative energy sources. We are going to run out of gasoline much faster than I had anticipated. We’re going to have to start hitting the gas stations on the other side of town and flat out hope that there is some usable shit in the tanks. My gut tells me there won’t be much at all, or it won’t be usable at all. Either way, we need to find more juice.
    We need different kinds of energy, and we need it soon. It’s that, or we find entirely new ways to live, which I suppose is the eventuality anyway. I got a sinking feeling the refineries aren’t operating anymore, and with the shelf life of gas, we will be out of it long before anyone gets a refinery up and running again.  
    If we want long term electricity, we need solar panels. Lots of them. Every roof here