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will be tight as is, and we now have multiple groups in the town that are likely to vie for the remaining resources in houses and businesses. Even if they are friendly, bringing them here to Bastion, in any way affects our ability to survive. We simply can’t afford to feed many more if we want to be healthy, and survive as a group through the whole winter.
We all did manage to agree that for the moment, simply maintaining was a good idea. Investigate town, work on fortifications, increase our food production and resource retrieval, and when warmer weather came, hopefully we’d have a better idea of what we were supposed to be doing. I think all three of us were secretly hoping for more dreams between now and then that would lead us to the promised land, so to speak. We could use some serious insider intel.
Gilbert, if you’re listening, I could use a call.
Our plan for the next few days I’ve already shared. We’ve got the space and the gear to expand the hydroponics in the gym, and that’s what we need to do. We’ve got some design ideas for hydroponics that don’t require any electricity, and we’re going to build some. I've allocated manpower to Ryan and Becca to help get it done as soon as possible. We need to fortify MGR. We also need to install the second stove there, and probably increase their electricity on hand. Kevin, Ethan and I all foresee us expanding the number of people living there, so we need to gear up for that.
Construction on the waterfront tower must continue. Watching the ice freeze a little bit more every morning has made people very worried about an attack from that direction, as unlikely as it may be. We also need more wood to burn. Syl needs to be rehabilitated, the school must stay open and operational for the children, and we need to make more babies. I know we’re having a rough time planning on how to feed who we have now… but we need to make more babies if we as a species are going to survive.
I’ll end on that note. We’ve got to fuck more. Maybe that’s my role in this. Maybe the Soul has to knock some boots to save humanity.
Right. Like that’d be the case. I'm not that lucky.
-Adrian
January 13 th
Ethan came over the radio yesterday afternoon, calm as a cucumber, with gunfire in the background. Those of us with radios reacted immediately to his short, simple message.
“Taking heavy fire at MGR. One casualty, critical. Requesting immediate QRF support.”
I haven’t heard a message like that in a long time. I mean years. I’d forgotten how badly it chilled you to the bone. I also forgot just how fast it got your heart pumping.
Kevin came over the radio in response just a few seconds later, “Copy that. QRF gathering and enroute. ETA 20 minutes.”
It took us just five minutes for our pre-agreed upon QRF force to gear up, saddle up, and get the fuck out of the gate. As we piled into the two humvees and the HRT there was a mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through us. We knew we were driving into danger, but we also wanted to be there for our friends, and nothing, nothing at all would get in the way of us getting to the people we cared about.
Caleb drove the HRT with me in the shotgun seat. In the humvees we had Kevin, Quan, Kate, Roger, Nick, and Joel. Pretty much the majority of our heaviest hitters. We left a good number of our second tier shooters behind for security in the event the school was attacked. Abby, Mike, Harold, Angela and Patty for example. Calling them second tier isn't fair either.
“Out of the gate. ETA ten minutes,” Kevin said as we pulled away, gunning it up Auburn Lake Road. We'd made up time.
Ethan responded a few seconds later, “Better hurry. We’re going to have a KIA here shortly.”
Never something you want to hear. KIA. Killed in Action. A dead body. A dead friend. My resolution broken already, just 12 days into a 365 day long year. A fool's dream it was, right?
“Roger that,” Kevin said.
The roads
We all did manage to agree that for the moment, simply maintaining was a good idea. Investigate town, work on fortifications, increase our food production and resource retrieval, and when warmer weather came, hopefully we’d have a better idea of what we were supposed to be doing. I think all three of us were secretly hoping for more dreams between now and then that would lead us to the promised land, so to speak. We could use some serious insider intel.
Gilbert, if you’re listening, I could use a call.
Our plan for the next few days I’ve already shared. We’ve got the space and the gear to expand the hydroponics in the gym, and that’s what we need to do. We’ve got some design ideas for hydroponics that don’t require any electricity, and we’re going to build some. I've allocated manpower to Ryan and Becca to help get it done as soon as possible. We need to fortify MGR. We also need to install the second stove there, and probably increase their electricity on hand. Kevin, Ethan and I all foresee us expanding the number of people living there, so we need to gear up for that.
Construction on the waterfront tower must continue. Watching the ice freeze a little bit more every morning has made people very worried about an attack from that direction, as unlikely as it may be. We also need more wood to burn. Syl needs to be rehabilitated, the school must stay open and operational for the children, and we need to make more babies. I know we’re having a rough time planning on how to feed who we have now… but we need to make more babies if we as a species are going to survive.
I’ll end on that note. We’ve got to fuck more. Maybe that’s my role in this. Maybe the Soul has to knock some boots to save humanity.
Right. Like that’d be the case. I'm not that lucky.
-Adrian
January 13 th
Ethan came over the radio yesterday afternoon, calm as a cucumber, with gunfire in the background. Those of us with radios reacted immediately to his short, simple message.
“Taking heavy fire at MGR. One casualty, critical. Requesting immediate QRF support.”
I haven’t heard a message like that in a long time. I mean years. I’d forgotten how badly it chilled you to the bone. I also forgot just how fast it got your heart pumping.
Kevin came over the radio in response just a few seconds later, “Copy that. QRF gathering and enroute. ETA 20 minutes.”
It took us just five minutes for our pre-agreed upon QRF force to gear up, saddle up, and get the fuck out of the gate. As we piled into the two humvees and the HRT there was a mixture of fear and adrenaline coursing through us. We knew we were driving into danger, but we also wanted to be there for our friends, and nothing, nothing at all would get in the way of us getting to the people we cared about.
Caleb drove the HRT with me in the shotgun seat. In the humvees we had Kevin, Quan, Kate, Roger, Nick, and Joel. Pretty much the majority of our heaviest hitters. We left a good number of our second tier shooters behind for security in the event the school was attacked. Abby, Mike, Harold, Angela and Patty for example. Calling them second tier isn't fair either.
“Out of the gate. ETA ten minutes,” Kevin said as we pulled away, gunning it up Auburn Lake Road. We'd made up time.
Ethan responded a few seconds later, “Better hurry. We’re going to have a KIA here shortly.”
Never something you want to hear. KIA. Killed in Action. A dead body. A dead friend. My resolution broken already, just 12 days into a 365 day long year. A fool's dream it was, right?
“Roger that,” Kevin said.
The roads
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