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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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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