I’m a bit pissed not just at the inaction, but also Nate’s unwillingness to buy into my theory of Captain Evil’s existence and general fuckery with this ongoing bullshit.
Yes, Nate is super logical and rational, and nothing I say is either of those, but then a zombie fucking apocalypse isn’t exactly logical or reasonable, is it? I’d say it was a good reason for taking a step back and evaluating your standards of what’s considered “rational.” Never mind the fact that the undead are obeying Evil Moses.
Gah, I’m frustrated. These people are bad news, I just know it. We’ve seen evidence of their shitty nature in that massacred community, and when they tried to cart Dean and the kids off to their weird settlement. They are not good people, and they’ll continue to be wankers if nobody stands up to their bullying ways.
I’ll leave it with Nate and his little shadow. Maybe him staring at that undead sentry wall doing the bidding of Evil Moses over and over again will change his thinking while we’re apart. I’m going to devote my energy into something constructive and work with Dean on gathering resources.
Tonight Freya, I am in a royally shitty mood. I wish my little homeboy Particles were here, though he probably still hasn’t forgiven me for the hot dog costume and abandoning him at the school. It’s healthy when Nate and I disagree as we both need to have our say, but this is the first real time I’ve felt like he’s sided against me, and Alicia being his little cheerleader got under my skin way more than I should let it.
I’ll get over it. I’m only human though and I feel a bit down about the whole conversation, especially after recounting it here, so I think I’ll sign off. Tomorrow I’ll go over to the school and hang there for a week or so and try and find my mojo again. I’d really like a game of Mario Kart with Charlie right about now, as that always levelled me out. Kids have a way of giving your perspective a shot in the arm.
Before I somehow manage to make you miserable wherever you may be with the little dark cloud following me round, I’ll say my goodnight and switch the lights out on this thoroughly shitty day.
Love ya.
NOVEMBER 25th, 2010
PROGRESS
Last couple of days have been pretty cool actually. Reconnecting with Dean has been awesome, as he’s just so good at staying calm and a great communicator. I could easily see him talking someone down off a ledge. He’s got such a calm aura about him similar to Nate, but with distinct differences.
I love Nate to bits, and the calm he projects is absolute competence and surety. If you don’t know him well, he can appear a little cold and distant, like he’s all business all the time. He’s the kind of guy you want around when shit is getting crazy, and he’ll be this little harbour of calm in a storm, shielding you from the howling winds and crashing waves.
Dean’s calm is different. His aura is one of warmth and understanding, like you know you can go to him with whatever is troubling you and he’ll settle your nerves, won’t pass judgment, and he’ll just listen and help you take some weight you’ve been carrying.
Without Nate nearby, Isaac seems to have reverted to being a dick again now that I’m around. Luckily, with the campus being larger and easier for us to space out during the day, I’ve mostly avoided him. I’ve been crashing with Norah in her little house down by the maintenance area, spending time with Mark, Charlie, and my little pug dude, who appears to have grudgingly forgiven me for my crimes. He allowed me to pet him, but he looked at me a few times with an expression that said, “I have forgiven you, but not forgotten, and if you do that to me again, you’re fucking dead to me, human.”
Funny what kind of signals you can get from a dog just through the way they regard you. Pugs are so expressive.
They’ve all been pretty busy on campus while we’ve been out just getting the place sorted and settled into some kind of rhythm. Norah wants a tractor, because of course she knows how to use a bloody tractor, so she can till up some of the greenery around here and get a proper harvest on the go. The vegetable garden we potted up and transported over here from the lodge is great as a starter, but she really wants to get a bigger setup on the go. Dean remembers seeing one on a farm not too far from here, so we’re rolling out to get that very shortly after lunch. Nice easy start to going back out beyond the gate.
Yep, that phrase still works here.
I told everyone about what we’d found while searching for the Resurrectionist settlement, and when Mark heard about the Humvee ploughing through the gate at that small cluster of housing, he decided the wrought iron gate wasn’t strong enough at the campus entrance. His project at the moment is going over designs for new gates. He also wants to set up some kind of mechanism he’s been drawing out that can use deployed police stingers so if anyone did charge at it, they’d get their tyres flattened. Some kind of spring action cleverness for quick release, and winches or windlasses or whatever they’re called, that can be turned to reset the mechanism. It does mean we need to find some of those stingers, so we’ll keep our eyes out for any police vehicles on our journeys out.
There’s lots of little and large projects in that
