October 6, 2010
I know when one writes a journal he is supposed to write daily and if you are reading this you want to know the day to day of my life. Well you’re going to have to suck it. We are after all in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. Sorry for being a bit rude, it has just been a long busy week and I am tired.
Let me back up a bit and once again get you caught up. The day after the hoard attack on the lodge was just the beginning of a busy week. Sam and Alex said that they would clean up the gore so Ju and I could get started on the gates. Chris had skipped breakfast to top off the fluid levels and diesel in the Cat so he could get started right away on the trench.
The gates were not going to be anything fancy. Neither Ju nor I had the technical skill or the parts and equipment to come up with something intricate. What we did was to build a large single well-supported frame for each entry. Then we bolted and welded sheets of quarter inch iron plate over them. We had to place eight of the large iron hinges in place to support the gate.
To help keep the gate from being shoved inward by a vehicle or large numbers of zombies Ju and I dug four three-foot deep holes. Each hole was sleeved with an eight inch in diameter three-foot long iron pipe. Once the gate was closed and the three iron cross braces were put in place we would drop four seven foot long seven inch diameter iron poles into the holes. While this isn’t the greatest and strongest gate, it is the best we could do. I am not sure how it will fare against something like an eighteen-wheeler, but I am sure it will hold off any number of zombies.
By the end of the day, we had the gates completed. Chris had the trench dug along the front portion of the wall and the dirt piled up in front of it. We were going to have to use shovels to even it out and flatten it when we got a chance. We could possibly head back to the garden center and get one of those plastic drums you fill with water to roll over rough ground and flatten it.
Alex and Sam spent the day with their gruesome task wearing rubber gloves and walking around with plastic bags picking up all the nastiness. Another thing they did was locate a couple of insecticide sprayers. They poured in bleach mixed with water and sprayed everywhere in the front where zombies had been slain. They also insisted that before entering the lodge everyone had to take their boots off, have the soles sprayed with the bleach water mixture, and leave them on the front porch until we had some rain to help wash away everything.
After finishing getting the gates up it was about four pm and Ju told me he was going to take Chris on his first run. He said it would be a simple one. He felt that despite Chris still being in a weakened condition his confidence had taken a hell of a boost defending the lodge. He felt that this simple run could put him over the top and help him recover mentally from his captivity.
The two left almost immediately and headed for the garden center. The rest of us took a little down time to be normal and played a quick card game waiting for Ju and Chris to return. The game seemed to help the kids a little by just getting to do something normal besides enduring the hardship of being slaves, and fighting for their lives. Even Alex seemed to perk up after winning a couple of hands. Because of her former job, I don’t think that picking up guts and gore for the day bothered her much. Sam, well Sam was being Sam, tough as nails.
Chris and Ju returned in time for supper. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood. The gates were closed, the wall surrounding the lodge was complete, and maybe everyone would sleep well tonight.
Chris I thought wouldn’t sleep well at all. He came back with his face flush full of confidence, as if he had won a great victory. He and Ju had gotten two of the rollers. Ju said he let Chris handle three zombies, two with his Glock and one with a crowbar. He said the one he killed with the crowbar is what sent him over the top. Even in his weakened state being able to slay the thing with a melee weapon was an ego booster.
With Chris’s confidence soaring Ju said they checked a small office building just down the road. It only had a lobby, three offices, and two bathrooms. It was locked up tight and they saw no movement inside. The office turned out to have a zombie inside but Chris surprised Ju by stepping past him and delivering a killing blow with the crowbar. They brought back two large plastic containers filled with paper, pens and other office supplies. Out of a storage closet they got an assortment of cleaning supplies. The big find, at least for the girls was another large tub filled with boxes of tampons, and pads. You would have thought the guys brought home furs and jewels. Not the greatest haul in the world but I agree with Ju, the confidence Chris gained was worth it.
After the meal and quick showers for everyone the women and children went to one of the side rooms to start going through the clothing that had been retrieved to see what fit and what didn’t. Ju, Chris and I went up stairs into the Armory to clean and organize weapons. We also discussed another run. This one would be to get beds, dressers and other things for everyone’s rooms.
The children were sleeping on couches in the room by the lounge. Chris and Alex had the last two rooms on the left hand side of the lodge. Ju was sleeping in the center room on the right between the kitchen and infirmary. Sam and I were upstairs together in the tiny apartment. Realistically, because of the size of these rooms, we could all sleep in one room if everyone had twin size beds.
Because of my dreams I wanted to put at least six to eight bunk beds in their room to house more children. We also decided that each of the other rooms would get two full or queen size beds so that the rooms could feasibly house two adult couples. If we rounded up any more adult survivors we could construct a wall to split the room so that each person or pair would have some privacy.
We decided to leave the lounge as the lounge. Even though the big lobby had large comfortable leather couches, chairs and a fireplace it was very open and spacious. We felt that sometimes folks may want to relax in a smaller more comfortable environment, and it would be a little more “cozy” to hold conversations in. Having a conversation in the lodge could become a very noisy affair sometimes even if everyone was spread out. The high vaulted ceiling and flagstone floors seemed to amplify noise.
The next day Chris spent digging the trenches. Sam and Alex took turns on watch. Ju and I spent half of the day finally getting the garage door for Buff’s barn installed. We had to go over to the second batch of cabins and we stripped out all the sheet rock from the non-load bearing walls and took all the two by fours. I helped Ju strip out two six foot by three-foot cabinets from the kitchen. He wanted to use them as a make shift closet in his room.
After we had lunch Ju, Rommel and I hooked up the trailer to the F350 and grabbed some extra fuel cans and the pump in hopes of not only getting furniture but some more diesel. We were using too much as it was without replacing it. Ju was going to use the eighteen-wheeler he had used to crash through the horde as a parts rig for the other one since the first was beat to hell. We had already siphoned all the fuel out and topped off the tanks of the F350 and Buff. The second rig had about half a tank and should be good to go for some time since we didn’t plan to use it until Ju could transform it into the creation he envisioned.
Along the way to the furniture store we managed to locate four diesel vehicles and siphon the fuel from them. Each stop went without incident except at the last truck. We wound up having to kill eleven zombies. I am sure it was the pump that attracted them. The first few were easy kills with melee weapons. The rest we had to put down with our rifles since they came at us in a group of eight. Not a bad exchange rate if you ask me, twelve rounds of 7.62x39, and eight dead zombies, for about thirty-two gallons of diesel. I won’t tell who missed their shots…but it wasn’t me, and I know Rommel wasn’t packing any heat.
We rolled up to the furniture store thirty minutes later. We eradicated several zombies out in the parking lot who happened to be doing a little window-shopping. I killed the first three using Rommel to trip them up and knock them down. Ju giggled like a little kid and said he needed a dog, he thought it was a cool way to kill zombies.
We circled the building and killed a couple of more zombies out by the loading dock under an awning with ashtrays for smokers. I bet they were smokers at one time and they were just hanging out reminiscing about the old days getting ready to light one up when we came along. The doctors were right; smoking can kill you, twice, LOL.
The store was locked up tight and we couldn’t see any movement through the dirty glass windows. According to the sign there was a big liquidation sale going on, I just had to wonder where everyone was at. We used a crowbar to pop the front door open and began our search. Rommel seemed at ease so I wasn’t particularly worried, but I remained diligent throughout the search.
Before loading up furniture we hit the bathrooms for paper products. The girls would be happy since the tampon dispenser was three quarters full and we snagged them all. In the office area we again grabbed all the basic office supplies. I know you are wondering why we keep grabbing office supplies. Well like everything else, they aren’t making it anymore and we don’t plan to make to do lists, drawing out building plans etc. on clay tablets. The manager’s office had a one of the new top of the line high-speed laptops and Ju snagged it with a grin on his face.
Once we began to load furniture I had Rommel stay out front to stand guard. Loading went fairly fast since we grabbed a large flatbed cart to haul everything out to the trailer. Though the lodge had plenty of high quality couches and chairs Ju still insisted on getting two big leather recliners. They were the kind that could seat two comfortably. Ju said he always wanted one and when he told Chris what he was going to get he demanded one too. I rather wanted to have one too but the damn thing would have taken up most of the tiny living room in the apartment. Plus there was no room for it. The two recliners we loaded took up the entire bed of the truck.
We wound up getting three bunk beds, and five queen size beds. To say the trailer was a loaded to the gills would be an understatement. The bedding was stacked high and we wound up using all of our tie down straps to make sure everything was secure. I almost forgot to add they had one hell of a selection of high quality sheets and comforters and we crammed those in the back of the cab.
The store also had washers and dryers, even a couple industrial models you would find in a laundry mat. We would have to come back for those. Once the women found out we left washers and driers and got recliners instead they were probably going to be pissed off. I personally liked my new clothes washing technique. When I went to shower I would just empty my pockets, take off my shoes and step into the shower. I then would squirt some soap or shampoo on the clothes and use a scrub brush to scrub them down while standing under the water. Take them off and get the backsides, then bathe myself. Pretty efficient if you ask me. Sam thinks it is, in her words, the dumbest damn way to wash clothes she has ever seen. I’ll tell you one thing, women just aren’t as creative as everyone thinks, always doing things the hard way.
The trip home was uneventful. We found out that removing the barricade posts and opening the gate was a little time consuming. If someone was being chased by raiders they might just wind up being smoked. I reckon that is the price of security.
The run didn’t take that long and we immediately unloaded everything. Chris was happier than a pig in shit about the recliner. However, the women looked like they had stepped in pig shit when they found out we left the washers and driers behind to bring home recliners. From the look on Sam’s face I knew daddy wasn’t going to get any loving that night.
The most frustrating thing of the day was putting the bunk beds together. The women relegated us to that task while they took the easy job of putting the bed frames together and stacking the box springs, and mattresses on them.
Who in the fuck came up with the assembly process and direction for these fucking things? I figured Ju would make it a breeze since the damn things were assembled in China. He just laughed and said the reason it was all fucked up was that the communist Chinese did it, not the capitalist Chinese of Taiwan. He went on to praise the magnificence and brilliance of Taiwanese manufacturing capabilities, and said if his people had made the beds they would have assembled themselves. Some people are such smart asses.
The next day was pretty much like the last except Ju and I didn’t have to build anything and headed out for a local hardware store to get waterproofing for the garage, and flexible drainage pipes to run alongside it. Chris really wanted to go but knew he had to keep on digging the trench. He was along the back wall now and hopefully in two more days would have it completed.
The hardware store was devoid of any zombies. We took every five-gallon can of waterproofing the place had. We also got twelve five-gallon jugs of termite control concentrate. We scrounged up the last bit of yard tools in the place. I found about twenty large cartons of nails and screws of various sizes in the back.
We also took every tarp the place had in stock. We were going to use a few of them to nail to the side of the garage after putting the waterproofing on. This would help to act as a barrier against moisture coming from the dirt placed up around the sides. We also took three small wood burning stoves. We didn’t need them right now but you never know when you might. We took several different sizes of PVC piping. Before leaving the store we took quite a few other miscellaneous items to round out the haul.
We still had plenty of day light left so we headed back to the furniture store to get a washer and dryer. The parking lot was empty of any undead and the interior of the store was as well. We grabbed a dolly from the back and had to manhandle the industrial washer and dryer we picked out onto the trailer. By the time we finished loading them onto the trailer we had started to draw a crowd.
We were ready to leave and didn’t want to fuck around so we decided to shoot the silly bastards. I won’t say who again, but someone missed a few shots. Fourteen zombies taken out with twenty-two rounds. I know I fired eight rounds and got eight kills.
Maybe someone should switch weapons and not carry an AK pistol. I am not knocking a man’s weapon choice, but I’m just putting it out there. Of course daddy did say a certain type of folk were very hard headed. He also said they were smart little fuckers too. Maybe if this certain someone of Asian heritage would get a rifle with a stock he might hit more zombies. Of course I really doubt it, because I ragged the shit out of that certain someone all the way home about what a shitty zombie-killing weapon they had while he kept saying it was the best thing going.
When we got back to the lodge and unloaded everything the girls were thrilled with the washer and dryer. Sam seemed really pleased. It looks like daddy just might get that loving he missed out on last night, LOL.
After everything was unloaded and stacked up Ju and I applied the waterproofing and termite chemicals to the garage and nailed the tarps in place. Chris started dumping the dirt immediately after we were finished. The defenses were finally taking shape!
The last three days we have spent building towers. We have managed to build five. One on each corner and one at the first gate overlooking the boxed in area. We to build three more, one for the center of each wall.
I know you are just dying with curiosity to know how we constructed the towers and what they look like. For all you engineering geniuses out there you must remember we had to build these things with what we had on hand. You just can’t run down to the local construction supply store and order up what you need.
Well I will tell you what they look like and how we constructed them. They stand ten feet high at the floor of the platform and are ten feet square. They have a lean-to type roof covering the upper platform. The exposed portion of the upper platform is surrounded in metal sheets four feet high. We constructed the frame much like I constructed Buff’s armor. The wall frames actually consist of two frames per side constructed eighteen feet tall and are wide enough to drop the railroad ties into and they hold them place by having a frame on each side. We then drilled several holes in each side of the bottom portion of the frames and drove rods down into the ground to hold them in place.
So the lower half’s walls are railroad ties, and the upper half’s walls are metal plates. Like Buff’s armor two metal plates sandwich the gravel in between. The only difference is that the towers metal and gravel filled armor walls are the same width as the railroad ties. After doing ballistic tests on the upper exposed portion of the towers that they will deflect and protect against everything up to a .308 round.
Chris came up with the idea to dump dirt around the of the sides of the tower, leaving an opening for the door of course, much like we did with the garage. Not only to support the tower itself, but to insulate the room below. The floors right now just have about four inches of gravel on them. He thinks that one day we may come across quickcrete or be able to make concrete and be able to use the rooms for some storage or possible living quarters if the population of the loge grows.
That seemed like a pretty damn good idea to everyone. The sides were treated with waterproofing and the termite spray, tarps put up and the dirt piled up around the sides. We had to build retaining walls though to keep the dirt from piling up in front of the doors.
That pretty much sums up this week. We still have a lot to do and a lot of things to get. We are running low on metal so we need to find another source for metal sheets, and angle iron. Our welding supplies are running low. We have used the crap out of the generator and need more gasoline. We are good right now on food but want more before winter gets here. Also Alex has experience raising chickens, so those would be nice for the added protein. Ammo, we have tons of it, but want more, especially the way someone has been shooting lately
. Diesel fuel is another item we need since all of our vehicles run off of it. Propane tanks are another must have item. We have enough according to our estimates to last until next fall at our current consumption but that doesn’t mean we won’t get more people increasing the usage.
I would like to find some razor wire. Despite the wall being surrounded by the trench it would be nice to ring the wall with it in case someone figured out away to get across the eight foot gap or up the eleven feet from the bottom of the trench. I got a lot of groans about this next item but I think it has to be done. We screwed up on the construction of the wall.
Despite the grass seed being spread to help fight erosion I think we need to build a retaining wall along the berm and trench. To speed things along I want to cut down every telephone pole we can find and use them. They average thirty to forty feet in length and a foot in diameter. They will cover more length than the logs I had cut, thus requiring us to use fewer. That is something like twenty-five per side if we build it five feet high.
I think we can do it in a week or less if we take the eighteen-wheeler and its flatbed trailer plus the backhoe to lift the poles. I might be being a bit optimistic but I think we can do it in that time frame. Well that is it for now. Good night.