Mike's Diary - Day 62 Long Story Short.

          I had a little argument with Jack yesterday, it didn't turn out that good. He probably hates me that I keep delaying our departure back home. Last night, he passed out, so I told the kids to escort him into his tent and told Ann to keep an eye on him.
          This morning I woke up, no one was awaken just yet, as always. I went by myself, to gather more gasoline, alone (bad habbit never goes away I guess.) I brought a pipe with me so I can extract the gasoline from cars into my gas tank. I saw craze pondered around, but I didn't want to attack it. There's just simply no point in doing so. I did this so that we have fuel for our non-stop trip back. I didn't want to delay anything anymore, especially after Jack. After a while, I had 6 tanks filled with gasoline, but I had to figure out how to bring them back to the group. Some crazy things revolved around my head.
            I took put a rope from my bag and tied all the gasoline tanks together, next the rope still had about 3 metres left to it which I decided to tied it to the craze. I lured the craze, ran around it and made a knot around its body and looked at it from 4 metres away. It tried to run towards me, but held back by the tanks, so all it did was slowly pulling all six tanks. Wow, never I felt accomplished some crazy, yet smart thing like this before. I slowly walked back to the group, and at the distance I could see everyone was packing their stuff, but Julie and Jack were yelling "Find Mike". Oh wow, I walked towards them
             "Going all alone again?!" Jack shouted
             "I just thought your sorry ass need some gasoline for a non-stop trip back." I said while laughing. His face was expressionless, almost mad, but when they saw what I did to the craze, they (including Jack) started giggling.
              "You crazy little shit." Jack said, I killed the craze and told others to load the tanks into the pickup trucks. Julie swore at me and asked why I keep going alone like this, and when I was about to respond, Jack walked pass us and said
              "That's Mike for you."
              "he said it." I added.
We packed up, but before we went, I talked to Jack about yesterday. He told me what happened and all, tough stuff to deal with. I asked how his arm was, but it was stil the same, numb. I told him that Moses has a doctor back at base, in hope that he'll be cheered up a little. I also added that he'll be the farmer he has always wanted  (for shit and giggles). After the talk, we went off our way.

********Fast Forward************

             Here we are, it took us 29 hours of non-stop driving to get back. I honked and they opened the gates, people were waiting for us cheering as if we were soldiers who survived hell. My brother though, looked very confuse, we went with only 6 people and came back a village. I parked the car, hugged my brother in cheers, doctors surrounded the wounds (including Jack), and the kids were offered food and goods. I walked into my so called "office" and my brother and I had a talk.
               "I'm sorry but we just started war with a group called valors." I said
               "Tell me what happened"
               **story** I cried when I got to depart where Lexi dies. My brother understood.
               "I'll be here, we'll be here ready to fight." My brother said.
               "Thanks." I responded.
                "We'll have a meeting, tomorrow, you're in charge."
I know this sounds very weird, but I thought I won't put Jack in this one due to his condition. He's just unable to do it. After the conversation was done, my brother left, and now it's just me and my diary in my office. I am writting this is actually for people who might find this diary when I died. Hey, 62 days, I'm still alive, a good sign? I wouldn't think too much about it.