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

after the injun country remark, but how about my Abby? Punching kids like it ain't no thang.
    She hasn’t really talked at all, nor has she drawn any pictures that illuminate her mental state. We were hoping that she’d maybe drawn something about her Mom and Dad by now, but nothing yet. Michelle says she’s been very calm and almost affectionate towards her later in the afternoons after school closes down, and if she can stay safe for a few more days, she is thinking about letting her out of the dorm. So far, her entire life amounts to being kept inside a barred dorm room, and the four or five trips a day to the bathroom down the hall, complete with armed adult escort. Not much to be excited about I suppose, but at least she’s safe, warm, and fed. And we care. Dammit, we do care.
    Kevin came to the Hall to join us late into the lunch, and as soon as he sat down, I knew something was on his mind. He was kind enough to let Michelle and I finish our conversation before starting in though. Michelle must’ve picked up on his intentions, because once she and I were done, she turned to him and said, “You have the floor Kevin.”
    Kevin snickered and said something I’ve been waiting to hear for a very long time from either him or Michelle, “We need to figure out what this whole Trinity thing means.” He went on to talk about how we’d been together for some time, and if we really are meant to be something special, to do something special, then we need to get our acts together, and get cracking. "What are we doing? Where are we going? What's the big picture?" He asked.
    Michelle and I simply nodded. He was right. We hadn’t talked about it hardly at all, and with me being hurt for so long, it kind of got pushed under the carpet (but not down the drain). So many other things that were important in the moment took over the stage, and have dominated it ever since. Now that things seem fairly sedate here at Bastion, and he’s 100% right, now is the time to start having the “what the hell are we doing” dialogue.
    We made a plan to sit down and really, seriously talk about it on the 10 th . All three of our schedules seemed clear, or could be made clear for that day, and it made sense to give all of us a day or two to really think about it before sitting down and discussing the whole “saving the world” thing. Seems like the thing we should invest some thought in.
    In the meantime, after the three of us had that short but important talk, I asked Kevin if he thought we could get a small team together for an outside the wall run to a house about ten miles away to get a woodstove and a few hunting rifles. One of the houses I saw on the other side was likely still untouched, and I really want to get another wood stove for MGR. Despite the one stove there already, and thermally sealing off most of the building, it’s just a large space that’s tough to heat, and having two stoves running at lower temps in different areas will be better than one stove cooking hot all the time. Not to mention it gives them additional ways to cook, which will cut down on their electricity consumption, which will cut down on their gas consumption, which will fix the hole in the ozone layer, and yada yada.
    He said he could easily have a team of six shooters with three vehicles ready to hit the house I told him about by two in the afternoon, and that’s our plan for tomorrow. Most of the school is staying back to work on the path and the farm and all that shit, but we’re taking six bodies, myself and Kevin included, and we’re getting some rifles, some ammo, and a wood stove from a house.
    I feel like we’re going to be very successful.
    Fuck you, fairy, I’ve got this one by the balls. Yeah that's right. I just taunted your ass.

    -Adrian

January 10 th

    There is a lot of ground to cover here.  
    I’ll start with the mundane. Yesterday Kevin and I led a small team outside the wall to find a stove in a house. I saw the stove when I