Free The Failed Coward by Chris Philbrook Page A

gas container and a few armloads of wood and drove back out to the pyre to get it relit. I got the wood put into strategic places, and used a gallon or so of gas to get it all going, and viola… Pyre was relit. After I threw most of my yummy soup up due to stench reasons, I headed back to the smokehouse, and Gilbert gave me a huge pat on the back for bringing home the bacon.
    And the deer hide as well, which Gilbert says he can use. I still had the hide from before as well, so now we have two hides to use. Yay for us.
    After that I decided I’d spend the rest of the day being warm inside, and messing with Otis. He’s been pretty cheerful lately, and I felt like obliging his frisky nature with some attention. Over our venison dinner we four went over plans for the near future, and all the possibilities of what could happen with new folks arriving from Westfield. Everyone is scared, but also very excited. Abby is more hopeful and excited over the possibility of Gavin coming to be here, which shouldn’t surprise anyone with a functioning heartbeat.
    We also discussed the timing of getting more shit accomplished. We need to build barrier walls around campus that can fully secure the area. At the very least, we need to start the dialogue with Mike about getting additional manpower here to help us with it. This will really be an issue once warm weather comes, as the undead will be able to get around easier, and we’ll be out in the athletics fields planting and maintaining our crops on a regular basis. Last thing we need is one of us to get jumped while we’re bending down to stick a cucumber seed in the dirt.
    We also agreed that the daycare was a ripe target for clearing if only to make sure it wasn’t filled with undead children. Patty seemed very adamant about making sure we put them to rest at the very least. I had to agree with her on principle. It’s creeping me out right now thinking about the possibility of there being a building filled with kids scratching and clawing their way out, one tiny broken fingernail at a time.
    If we get any food, or diapers, or formula out of the place too, then fantastic. If not, then we’ve done our good deed for the day. None of us felt comfortable doing it tomorrow on such short notice. Mike will have to wait a bit for his baby formula supplies.
    We’d passed a few houses that were far enough from downtown that we could clear them without too much fuss, and the girls were all gung ho about clearing them. Gilbert said he’d be more than happy to go with them, which means I got a day off tomorrow. I think I’m going to try and figure out a way to destroy the ice near the bridge to cut down on the likelihood of any zombies using it as a fucking freeway again. After that, who knows? Maybe I’ll channel 13 year old Adrian and watch some porn on the big screen while everyone is away. If I’m lucky, maybe Otis will sit on the couch near me, watching with that quizzical look on his face as I do it. 
    The day after tomorrow we have our meet with Mike here, and I’m hoping we’ve got some good stuff we can trade to him. I know we’ll have extra venison we can trade, but I’d like to find some other things he might want. I also hope he’s got some kind of a firm answer as to how many folks may or may not be interested in moving here to help even out the populations, and give us some extra labor force.
    Either way, it’ll be nice to see Mike and company. I am a big Mike fan.
     
    -Adrian

March 14 th
     
    It’s unreal how busy some days are around here. The past couple days have been hectic. Run you ragged bullshit days. I have that pleasant, “I accomplished shit, and thus feel good about myself” glow. Almost as satisfying as the sex afterglow. I mean definitely not the same as that, cuz shit, sex afterglow is pretty good stuff, but this is still nice. More comparable to the “I just had a really satisfying piece of cake” afterglow.
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