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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Jack's Diary - The Caged Bird - Day 70

*Morning*
            It turned out the kid was just putting a collection of ammo clips in the storage shed for one of the men who didn’t feel like doing it himself. I doubt he’ll do it again voluntarily after how much I scared him. Even in the presence of complete peace, it helps to be suspicious, even if it harms you a little in the long run. I went to Mike’s room to tell him I’d do the Project myself. He insisted that he’d go with me, since I could easily not make it back (which made sense considering I hadn’t attempted the plan yet so there might be some unforeseen consequences. I found it ironic that the guy who goes it alone so often is telling me I need backup). As much as I hate to wait, he said we’d do it after the Valors are no longer a threat. When exactly aren’t they going to be a threat? When they’re all dead? Do we really need to kill them all to have peace of mind? Even if we killed one hundred of them, who knows if they have a thousand more waiting? I wasn’t going to argue about it so I left.
            I’ve been recently thinking of catching a bird. A hawk would be nice. There are plenty of exotic birds in the area (maybe even some parrots from an abandoned pet shop that escaped). I’ve always wanted a pet of some kind and dogs and cats aren’t readily available at the moment. I intend to set up a trap. Right now, all I need is a cage, a pile of seeds, a long string, a stick of some kind, and a sturdy box with some holes in it. I’m going to make a rabbit trap (it should work with birds though). It’s easy to make: you prop the box up with the stick, tie the string to it, lay the seed under the box, back away a safe distance to lure the bird into a false sense of security, and pull the string to trap them. The supplies shouldn’t be too hard to find in the pile of assorted junk that’s accumulated in a few of the storage sheds.
*Afternoon*
            Usually, I excel at everything I do. Bird catching is not one of them. They seem to always fly away before I spring the trap. It doesn’t help that people walk by and scare them away. They probably think I look like a moron doing this, but I don’t care. While I was searching for the supplies, I found a cassette player. Until now, I’d forgotten about the tape I found on Matt. All it needs is some new batteries and I’ll be able to listen to it.
            I could’ve sworn I heard an air horn go off in the far distance. Man, I wish I had one; it’d work perfectly for the plan. Perhaps I found one and forgot about it. I’ve accumulated a lot of stuff myself so I’ll have to look.
*Evening*
            Finally caught one! It’s a small yellow canary. His (or her) name is Ray, as in a ray of sunshine (when you don’t know the sex of a pet, it isn’t a good idea to be calling it names like Drew or Mary when such names are mainly for boys and girls). It’s now perched inside the dog cage in my room that I customized with a bowl of food, a water droplet container, newspaper, and a thin piece of wood tied to the side of the cage for Ray to sit on (ironically, I used the same string from the trap). I get the feeling from the way it looks at me that it hates me for having caught it. I may not keep it too long. I had some extra time so I looked through my journal to see if I’d ever picked up an air horn. Only once. I’d planned to use it previously on home base of the red and blue uniformed men. If anyone would have it now, it would be Jess since I gave it to her. I’ll ask later.
            I heard Mike was brought in with an injury so I went to see if he was okay. He turned out to be fine. Just shot in the shoulder. Before leaving him, he tasked me to make a weapon that was silent, but could hit a target 30 meters away (about 100 feet, I guess). Easier said than done. I told him I’d see what I could do.
            The only guns in the base’s arsenal that could accomplish hitting a target at that distance by an average gun user would be a rifle or sniper rifle (I’m not aware of the types or exact names). Back at the hill, I learned a few different ways to make one, but I didn’t have a lot of materials to work with so only one effective method came to mind. For this, I need some water bottles, cylinders big enough to fit the water bottles in (anything from plastic pipes to Pringles cans), and padding (cloth, sponge, paper, bubble wrap). To do this, you cut two water bottles in half width wise, cut a third one’s bottom off, connect the three water bottle top to top while including padding in them, drill a hole in the bottom water bottle part cut off (I had to measure the bullet’s diameter to make sure it was big enough), reattached it, covered the whole thing in padding, insert it into a cylinder, and then drill a hole in it as well. The last thing to do was connect it with the gun. It looked like garbage, but nothing a little paint couldn’t fix. The material were pretty easy to get a hold off consider people in the base were throwing them away. A guy named Spence S. showed me how to do this while I was still at The Hill. It’s funny. He learned this back before the outbreak just by experimenting. He even claimed to have posted an instructional video about it, among other ones. Kind of wish he was still around.
*Night*
Asked Jess. She thinks she left it on the roof of their base. Oh well. I made and tested 5 silencers, 4 for regular rifles and 1 for a sniper rifle though the silencer may be obstructing the scope’s view. They worked fine and I only had to fix one. I would’ve made more, but it takes awhile to get the measurements exact. I don’t want anyone hurting themselves due to an error on my part. By now, Mike had gone to bed so I plan to show them to him in the morning. I could continue working, but it’s too dark and batteries don’t grow on trees so I’m not using a lantern. Speaking of batteries, I found a box full of them and decided to “borrow” two for the cassette player. I’ll listen to it before I go to sleep. Before that though, I have one more design I’m working on. I’ll write about it tomorrow.

- Jack’s Diary


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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Mike's Diary Day 70 - Project Nuke? I don't know, maybe later.

*Morning*

Usual routine, you see, nothing much to do in an apocalypse believe it or not. In fact, me, the one who has always wanted it, not is living in regrets. The morning was quite I was doing nothing, then Jack went into my room. He told me that he's going to do it alone, but I talked him out. Yes it's a good plan I agree, but I don't wat him to be going alone, so I said to him I will alone go with him, without anyone else (except Julie I BET). I told Jack that we will do it after we take care of the valors, he nodded in dissapointment, then he walked away.

*Afternoon*

I was out by myself, in the suburbs (again), looking for some cool stuff that I don't even know what I'm going to do with. I thought about Jack's idea and thought that I should try it. I knew there was no backing out in this plan. I searched for a air horn, after I found one (not easy) I quickly made 3 molotovs from my tshirt ( I had to rip it, dumb stuff considering there were full clothed corpses around) and some alcohol I found in a liquor store. I went ontop of a roof, and honked tht air horn for a good 3 minutes (it was so loud, I'm sure everyone with a distance to my base could hear it.) Craze started cpming out, without realizing there were more than hundreds on the road trying to get a piece of me. They were all burned as I threw each molotov down the road. I was excited untilI got shot on my right shoulder.

*Evening*

I got back from wherever I was out, and the doctor did some surgery on me tp get the bullet out. I swear I'm getting used to getting shot. I went to the kitchen to eat, and guess what, Julie came. She started to ask me if I was okay, and told me that I'm a dumbass and should stop going alone (agree). She even said "Good for you, getting shot everytime you go out alone." in her good'ol sarcastic tone, then she left. Jack saw me after that, he only asked if I was okay or not (I don't know if he heard my air horn, but I decided not to tell the whole story.)
Again, he left, but before he left, I decided to put him in charge in the weapon crafting, I told him something silent, but can hit the range of at least 30 metres away (Let that imagination comes in to you Jack lol). He left and said "I'll see what I can come up with."

That's it, I just sit on the bench in the "backyard" looking at the dryness of a field with no green vegetations whatsoever, lonely. (I forgot that Jack was supposed to be the farmer, but oh well.)

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Monday, March 17, 2014

Jack's Diary - A Change of Plans - Day 69

*Night
            I was safe for the time. That is, from the soulless. No one can protect me from what even they can’t see or understand. A guy among the group Mike brought out named Danny treated some large cuts that I didn’t even notice I had.
*Morning
            Before we made our way back, I went in search of the wagon full of equipment I left behind without anyone knowing. It was a five-minute walk to find and bring it to the building. After having risked my life for it once, I wasn’t about to just leave it behind. I felt tired and weak (I barely made the walk back without passing out). The others may say differently, but I don’t need rest; I need answers or at least someone to talk with about what’s been going on. Does the base have a psychiatrist? Anyway, we’re heading back.
*Return to Base
            I slept most of the way back. There were a few bumps in the road, but no real danger. The doctor examined me and in his own words, said “You look like a dummy after a car crash test”. How comforting that I know I look so well (sarcasm). At most, I had a few cracked ribs. Nothing serious. Afterword, I went to see Mike and told him about “Project Nuke”. All I got was a bunch of “if’s”. If we had the material, if the men feel like it. I wish everyone would stop thinking of just survival. What’s the point of living for tomorrow if there is nothing to live for? My life’s goal is not to survive; it’s to help others or the world. It may sound corny or over-ambience and it will be a lot of work, but was good thing doesn’t require work? If they’re not willing to help now, I’ll continue the plan on my own.
            Afterward, Mike asked about Ann. I really hoped he wouldn’t press the subject or try to find her. I was relieved when he started talking about the defense plan against the Valors. It was okay. I hope the Valors won’t attack because it spells death no matter how you look at it. I also found a small flaw in the plan; with our walls and artillery, we could certainly keep them out, but what’s stopping them from keeping us in and starving us? Or what if they set the outer wall on fire? If the Valors were to attack us, would it be to acquire a new base or for revenge; each motive gives a settle indication of what lengths they’re willing to go through to win. Mike could see I wasn’t excited about the plans so he left.
*Evening
            I’ve begun reading the books I brought back. I’ve learned a few new ways of making explosives cheaply. However, with the lack of participation, Project Nuke is undergoing some changes. It isn’t necessary for me to blow up the soulless; only to kill them. Whether it happens slowly or quickly, that is the main goal. With a loud sound (more tests need to be done to find the noise to attract soulless), I could lure them into a trap; perhaps a large hole. I may not even need to dig one. There are bound to be construction sites and large crevices. Once I have them trapped, one of the best forms of execution is fire. Unlike explosions, fire spreads and will burn them until they are a pile of ashes. Human skin isn’t flammable by nature, but the rotting, dry skin of soulless may be more likely to catch flame. With that note, the plan will now be called Project Inferno. It even sounds cooler.
*Night

            While drawing up possible plans and trying to recall a place that had a large crevice of some sort, a young man in the distance snuck into one of the storage buildings. I was outside at the time near the front gate. I took out a small pair of binoculars and saw he carrying something (it was too dark to tell what it was, but it was box shaped and could be held in one hand). There’s no rule that says he can’t sneak around at night, but it is suspicious. I’m going to go check it out right now. If he doing anything dangerous to the base, I’m tying him up and reporting him to Mike.

- Jack's Diary
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