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afternoon, and all evening. He didn’t know the full story about the night of March 3 rd , and the full details of the horde of undead that assaulted us that night. He saw the books after he helped us purge the campus, and he knew something strange was afoot, but the whole story was never shared with him.
    I guess he asked on the way back, and Abby told him what happened that night back in March. Well, those nights. God that blew. I’m still surprised we made it through that. Mr. Journal, there were a lot of odds stacked against us then, and it was a miracle we pulled through it.
    Anyway, Gavin is obviously a little weirded out over the whole “dreams from the dead” bullshit, and he just agreed to roll with the plan today because Abby was onboard with it. He didn’t believe my story, but he was willing to go on the faith he had in Abby. Now that he’s seen that the dreams are real, I think he looks at me, and wants to ask me if I’m a wizard. Or Nostradamus. Or if the Devil and I have some kind of ‘agreement.’
    Either way, he was definitely strange around me. I’ll have to adjust to that I think. I can’t change that my dreams are visited by the dead. I can’t alter that for some reason I’m involved with whatever it is that’s going on. I don’t like being the center of attention. I don’t want to be the weird guy that everyone thinks is crazy.
    I just wish I knew what the hell was happening.  
    If I’m lucky, I’ll have another dream one of these nights.

    -Adrian

May 5 th

    I don’t know whether to be frustrated, frightened, or furious. Ooooh. I do know another F word that describes how I feel.  
    Fucked. That feels right.  
    Happy cinco de fucking Mayo.
    I can’t even feel safe and rested in my fucking sleep. When I’m awake, there’s bullshit. When I’m asleep, there is a good chance of bullshit. When I walk outside, it’s cloudy, with zombies, and a good chance of bullshit. It would not faze me in the least if one day we went outside and it was raining giant fucking chunks of cow shit. I think I’d put on a rain jacket and galoshes, and shovel it all over into the fields for fertilizer without a second thought.
    Alright, so we nearly shot Blake today. That’s a good indicator of how fucked up our day started. (Started, mind you) As in, first thing in the morning, here on campus, we almost shot Blake. Yes Mr. Journal, you read it correct, Blake was here on campus this morning.  
    We didn’t know he knew where we were. Sort of a bad sign isn't it? It points to our being idiots for not realizing that he knew where we were set up, and it points to him being a little fucking shady for having known we were here all along, and then playing dumb about it. A lot shady actually. Frankly I’m kinda steaming over it. I think that bastard was using us a lot more than we realized.
    Abby was out loading the trucks this morning for the run downtown when she saw movement at the bridge. Like a fucking pro, she got her AR out, dropped to a knee, and put that front sight right on the head of her target, and was flicking the safety to semi to bring him down when she realized it was him. Quite literally, Blake was a half second from having his melon painted on the side of a van blocking the bridge.
    Abby radioed we had Blake on the campus, and all hell broke loose. An unannounced visitor inside our stronghold? Holy shit. Everyone had guns up, rounds chambered, safeties off, and the barrels leveled on his face within thirty seconds. Upside: if anyone does that again, it appears they have about ten seconds before half a dozen rounds go right through them and they’re a fucking cooked goose.
    After Abby radioed and told us what was up, she walked straight up to Blake, gun pointed at his face, and ripped him a brand spanking new asshole. I wish I could’ve heard what she said. From Hall E I could practically FEEL her rage. I can tell you this Mr. Journal, the resemblance to Patty in that moment was uncanny.