Six Feet From Hell: Unity: 6FFH Book #5 by Joseph Coley Read Free Book Online

personnel. He wanted at least four or five men per station and wanted to rotate every few days. The biggest issue aside from the personnel was the fuel consumption. Larry had been making a decent amount of biodiesel before they arrived and Joe was hoping the LMTV in the tunnel had a few cans on it as well. The Dodge that Larry used wasn’t exactly a hybrid, either. The truck was lucky to get fifteen miles-per-gallon on the highway, and that was with ultra-low-sulfur diesel. The biodiesel wasn’t as reliable, but it made it from point A to point B.
    Joe penned in several names to the list of outpost volunteers. He, and Rick, Curtis, Jamie, Balboa, Larry, Cornbread and Jim Crowley made up most of the work force that he had at his disposal. That was not enough. He would have to carouse around town to gather more reinforcements. That in of itself would be a difficult mission. Most of the citizens in town had a good thing going and didn’t want to stray from their daily norms. The only other person that had versed any interest in doing anything was Boyd, and he was horribly inexperienced. Maybe a trip out to the tunnel would decide his mettle. Joe penned his name with a question mark. That was still not enough for what he wanted. He kicked back in the chair and folded his hands over his head, pondering.
    Rick came walking in a few seconds later, with Kane in tow. The dog had become an indispensable part of their team. Not only did the dog have excellent hunting skills, he was hyperaware of the undead threat when it approached. The German shepherd spotted Joe and looked to Rick for approval.
    “Go on, then. Get some table scraps from Dad,” Rick said.
    The dog grunted slightly and trotted over to Joe. Joe sat forward in his chair and met the canine. He ruffled the dog’s fur and gave a hearty pat on his belly. A couple of months of decent food had brought back the luster to his coat and he looked much healthier than when they had picked him up in Kentucky.
    Kentucky!
    “Motherfucker! I got it!” Kane snapped his head up and met Joe’s gaze. He looked down to the dog and smiled. “Sorry Kane, I just figured something out.”
    Rick came over with a cup of hot apple cider. The coffee had long since been gone and no one knew how to grow and preserve the plant, so apple cider was as close as they got to an early morning breakfast beverage. Rick sat down next to his father; a shit-eating grin was on Joe’s face still. Rick looked all around and behind him, trying to spot what Joe had seen.
    “What? Did I say the word of the day?”
    “No! I just figured out who we can get to help us with the Richlands and Bluefield OP’s.”
    Rick’s brow furrowed. “And who might that be?” He took a slow sip of cider and watched his father.
    “Remember the folks from Hazard, Kentucky? We never did go back and tell them that we had found Tazewell. We owe them for keeping us safe and feeding us. It’s only right that we go back to them and let them know there are other places they can go. I’m almost positive Camp Brown would come back with us now, especially if we tell them about the wall.”
    Rick thought for a moment. “Might be worth the drive. Problem is, that is gonna cost us quite a bit of diesel, especially if we use the biodiesel. It’s warm out, but not warm enough to keep it from gelling up. We’re gonna need some anti-gel additive and a full tank of diesel, preferably not the biodiesel,” Rick sat his mug down and let out a long sigh. “That being said, you know what Larry is gonna ask.”
    “What might that be?”
    “What are they gonna bring to the table? We can’t just bring thirty or so more mouths to feed around here without them doing something in return. I understand that they helped us out, but we were only there for one day. If they come here, they are gonna be here a lot longer than just a day. They are gonna have to have something for us in return,” Rick replied.
    “You sound like you’ve got