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

snapped somehow and a shard of wood about five inches long went right into his forearm going the long way. Wrist to elbow direction. Which if you know your anatomy, is a bad place to get a splinter that size. Fortunately Roger was there, and they were able to get the shard of wood out and get him patched up. He said it’d be a week to get him back to good health, so for the moment, it looks like Fitz is on video feed duty. I expect him to lose his mind in two or three days.
    I spent lunch over in Hall B at the school room with Michelle to check in on our rabid guest. Michelle says she’s doing much better. No violence the last two days, and with all the extra food we made for the holidays, Sylvia is eating like a beast and putting weight on. Michelle has left her with books to read, and other things that are more remedial, like coloring books and markers to draw with. She’s hoping she draws some pictures that might illuminate what happened to her. God forbid she starts writing.
    I like Michelle. She’s smart, warm, and caring. She reminds me a lot of Cassie. I think I have been trying to hang out with Michelle more lately half out of interest in the projects she has going on, and half because she makes me feel like I’m talking with Cassie. Well, Michelle doesn’t have the fire that Cassie had, but you get the point. I like her. She’s cool. She makes me calm.
    What else?
    Oh yeah, fuck dogs man. I may or may not have mentioned a few times in my recent entries that we have had a bit of an issue with dogs barking and being at the gates. Guess what? We had a few of them try to dig under the fucking rear gate the past couple days to get inside campus. One of them had to be put down, he was far too large, and one was a yippy little bastard terrier that ran around for an hour, nearly got shot, and was finally scooped up by Andrea and brought to Hall A, against my irrational wishes to the contrary. She has named him Ralph. Ralph the terrier. Whatever. I don’t think he can bite my balls, so for now, he can stay. If he even comes CLOSE to my crotch though, I’m putting 10mm’s through his yippy trap. He's on watch.
    Yeah I’m bitter. Come at me bro.
    So we formulated a plan for the dogs yesterday after fixing he fence. We have a guard posted at the back gate with a .22 rifle to make sure no dogs dig their way under. If you’re curious, the guard is Danny Jr. He turned 15 the other day, and he’s a great shooter, and he’s also committed to doing his school work during the evenings to make up for missed class time. I really like that kid. Dan and Angela did a great job with him. Angela still is. At some point here I need to give him his dad’s gun. I get the impression I’m not done with it yet. More justice needs to come out of its barrel I feel. Reaching out and giving folks a little bit of his dad’s law and order, if you get my drift.
    So the ongoing plan for the animals is to shoot any that try and get in. Beyond that, we are going to try and bring some in over the next few days to see if they are feral, and lost to us as pets or animals of use, or if they can be brought in and given a home. As it turns out, we have a rather large amount of dog food on hand. The stuff lasts if it is kept dry, and fortunately there have been enough containers of it sealed this whole time that insects didn’t get into it, and were kept dry enough that it didn't rot. I guess Patty and Abby were hoarding the shit in one of the dorm basements when they were doing house clears while I was out.
    Women.
    So yeah. Dogs. Here on campus. My groin is throbbing from bad memories.
    We still have some issues with growing undead populations downtown. MGR has been keeping a close eye on things, and they’re reporting a slow but steady increase in the presence of the dead. Things haven’t gotten out of control yet by any means, but I am still concerned. Any time movement increases there is a cause and effect. Why are the numbers increasing?