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breach though. The guys saw me in action for the first time, and I wasn’t a FNG. I held my own enough that they knew they could trust me if the shit went south.
    I really needed that for my ego. The go that counts. The ego that needed the boost after getting shot. I really needed to get that look on their faces that they approved of me. I CAN do this. It felt great when I saw it on their faces. I didn’t even know I was fishing for approval from these people, but I certainly was. I could FEEL the relief spread inside me.
    Blake was a bit behind, but held his own as well. He’s only just getting back into shape himself, and he came along mostly for engineering smarts on the stove removal. Speaking of which, that went well. The trailer on the four wheeler was large enough and strong enough to hold it, and with our group of terribly manly men, we were able to get it off the wall, and move it out of the run down cabin and into said trailer.
    We pulled the entire stove pipe, wall mounts, and the bricks the stove sat on too. It slowed the four wheeler down to a fucking crawl on the way back, but in reality, we were moving at foot speed anyway, so it was a wash. Right now the stove is in storage. We don’t NEED it in any of the buildings right at the moment, so there was no sense in installing it. For some reason I thought we were getting it for Hall D, but they got a stove installed at some point when I wasn't paying attention. For now it’s in the gymnasium near the hydroponics set-up.
    What else? Let’s see. While we were out getting the stove, work on clearing the path to the waterfront for the tower resumed. It’s slow going, but steady work. We’re cutting the trees down with chainsaws, dragging them out with the backhoe, and cutting them down to lumber size chunks. It’s a bitch making lumber with the tools we have, but we’re making it work. I’m guessing we have about ten or twelve full days of cutting to go before we are reach the waterfront. Somewhere in there we need to rip up stumps before the ground freezes (that or ignore them until spring), then build the damn tower itself.
    That’ll be a motherfucker as the weather turns south on us, which could be any day. So far, this winter has been far milder than last, which is great. We can use every single day of warmer weather we are given.
    Oh, and another minor pain in the ass is dogs. Legit dogs. They’ve been skulking around at the gates the past few days as a pack. I guess the video feeds have been accurate. I’d say it was a non issue, but the damn things are barking at us when they see or hear us through the gates. I don’t want all that noise, especially late at night. Now that sounds stupid in my head when I know we’ve been running chainsaws and hacking trees down with axes, but you get my drift. I just don’t want animals drawing in undead.
    Plus I fucking hate dogs now. The thought of dogs here inside the walls makes my fucking skin crawl. I’d like to start a holocaust on all dogs taller than the middle of my calf. If it can reach my groin, I want it gone.  
    Yep, I’m a hater. Deal with it.
    Not much else to report from the last couple days. School starts again tomorrow for a few days, and campus other than the dogs barking nearby has been quiet. MGR continues to see a slight increase in the amount of dead, which tells us that when we do restock them in a few days, we’re probably going to leave an extra body behind for staffing. I hate to spread ourselves so thin, but additional personnel aren’t exactly around for hiring, and even if they were, our food situation is bad enough as it is.  
    99 problems... right?

    -Adrian

December 31 st

    Well here I sit. It’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve had some beer. I may or may not have had an Irish Car Bomb. Or two. Feeling a smidgy tipsy right at the moment here.
    I’m in a good mood, mercifully enough. Not too sad, or angry or bitter or nothing.  
    FUCK DOGS dude! They are still hanging out and