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

the metal doors Martin made, and just as we were finishing up, we got the radio call that the crew was inbound, and they were pulling up. They wanted to know what all the gunfire was about…
    I simply replied to them and told them that we’d taken care of the work that they came to do, and that all was well, and thanks for all the fish. We needed more help clearing the bodies out of the way than anything. In some ways, they were pleased, but in other ways, they were pissed. No matter how much we say we hate violence, there’s something satisfying about getting into a good fight. Especially a hugely one sided one. I am really glad I can say that. A few weeks ago, my tone about a fight would've been different.
    Fortunately for all involved, two passes with the HRT pushing bodies out of the way and the entire street was cleared out. I will say that all the noise had to have been heard by the survivors living at those fires we saw the other night though. When the group arrived I touched base with them and made sure we were pulling extra special guard if only for them. I wasn’t too worried about the undead presence, I was definitely more concerned with the living. Yet again the living are my concern.
    Once we felt everything was stable, we moved on to the tasks at hand. The primary task at MGR before I left was the installation of that stove Ethan and I brought. Martin and Blake, handy motherfuckers that they are, got the stove placed in an apartment lickety split, and got the hole put in the wall for the stovepipe within about two hours. Like we’d been doing, we built a backstop and floor in made out of bricks to catch and reflect the heat as well as prevent the walls from overheating from the stove itself. They were also kind enough to bring multiple stove loads of wood, which will hopefully get them through a week of slow burn. They’ve also got a pretty substantial amount of furniture from unused apartments they can burn, which is all spare really. We aren't going to need a hundred coffee tables for a very fucking long time.
    Mallory was the first person to toss a match onto the paper in the stove, starting a fire that hopefully will stay burning for some time. It felt like the lighting of the Olympic torch, or the returning of civilization to a savage land. Once they were up and running, we left, and returned back here to Bastion.
    What’s new here Mr. Journal? Well for starters, no undead shambling horde at the gates, which is a change of pace from the last couple of days at MGR. Speaking of which, it definitely feels to me like MGR is our FOB. You leave the rear here at Bastion and head out there, outside the wall for the action. Maybe I’m silly, but it certainly feels that way. 'Injun country,' was the old expression. Yes I know that's racially insensitive. Not MY expression Mr. Journal.
    Anyway, the largest accomplishment while I was gone was the road/path to the last tower construction site near the water being cleared out. All of the trees are down now, and all that remains for that is to have the last few stumps pulled with the backhoe. The ground is pretty well frozen hard by now though, and I guess they aren’t giving up the ghost all that easily. They should have the stumps up and out by the end of the day tomorrow, and the tower footings in process by the same time. We'll see how it goes.
    I touched base over lunch in Hall B with Michelle. She said school is going well, but Syl had a bit of a relapse with her violence. I guess at one point while she was being brought dinner, she kind of snapped on Harold, and charged at him. She slapped the plate of food away, straight out of his hand, and made a pretty decent effort at clawing his eyes out. I guess Abby was there helping him, and she punched Syl up side the head and sent her sprawling on the floor. They grabbed her hands and feet and held her until she calmed down. I guess she’s been on edge since then. This won't make me sound any more sensitive