Logandale WoodsI really want something other than scrambled eggs with strips of cooked bat meat in them. I mean, I do like scrambled eggs, but a little variety would be nice.
I head out to get some books, trio of zombies come for me. Good news is, I get to test the deeper ditch out - very effective. I also pick up a few extra books from the bodies, and I have quite the little library now. I have
Cooking on a Budget, Trap and Field, Computer Science 101 (although the pages are a bit damaged in places from where I rescued it off the acid spitter's collapsing body),
Jane's Mortars and Rocket Launchers, Under the Hood, The Complete Guide to Pitching and a fun trio of a pair of novels and a book of fairy tales. I definitely need to set more time aside for reading.
It gets too dark to read during thunderstorms, so I construct a simple oil lamp from some scrap metal, a drinks can and a rag (for a wick). It is a properly old-style lamp, but it works. I also managed to put together some arrows, using old plastic bag shreds for fletching and some scrap metal hammered into arrowheads.
Whilst exploring the woods, practising with my slingshot, I encounter the strangest sight - a grove of trees twisted into great fungal blooms, fifteen-foot high glowing blue mushrooms constantly putting out a haze of blue-grey spores. As I watch, a nearby sapling seems to split, fungal tendrils emerging from it, until it too is converted into one of these blossoms. As I watch, an unfortunate squirrel caught in the haze also explodes into a mat of fungus.
I leave well enough alone. These things look un-natural, but it seems the only safe way to destroy them would be with fire, and I don't care to burn the rest of the forest down. I spend the rest of the day practising my shooting and reading books.
Morning, Logandale WoodsI cut myself a new bow today, more like a classic longbow than the thing I had before, as I am able to find a good bit of hardwood to work with. Time to go scavenging again. I collect several books and a food dehydrator, and with my new longbow I am finally able to achieve my first victory against the bloaters! Further investigation uncovers a fully-stocked tailor's kit, which replaces my old wooden needle, a hacksaw and a fully-stocked junior chemistry set.
On my third trip out, I head to the radio station on the edge of town. The doors are locked, and after several tries I pry one open with a crowbar, but it sounds a rather conspicuous alarm. Not only does it attract a number of zeds, several spherical robots emerged from the building. I hide before they notice me, but the 'bots distract some of the zombies and I make my escape. I duck into a hardware shop, which might as well be a cave of wonders.
I collect a trolley and load it up with anything that looks interesting - a brick kiln, a metal polisher, an electric welder, trowel, smoother, multi-tool, charcoal smoker and a floodlight. Once again, I am nearing the point where it will make sense for me to head out and look for a more permanent site, especially if I want to do something with all of this.
Go hunting. Definitely need to hunt with the slingshot rather than the longbow when I'm after small game. Hit a crow with enough force that it actually explodes. Do retrieve some feathers.
Logandale WoodsI woke up this morning and cried. Feeling better now. Hit me that everybody's dead, or worse. Jesus Christ, I haven't met a living human being for days, and there's no sign I ever will. I'm sure I'm not the last human alive, but I'm certainly the last one in Logandale. Maybe the last in the state.
Well, can't let that get me down. The upside to this is that I realise I am no longer as burdened by time as I was. I have been rushing to and fro up until now, but now that I have the basics of survival down, I can actually take my time. If I want, I can spend a whole day reading books, and that will be fine.
In fact, I spend an hour smashing apart a junked up old car for its fender. I turn that into about forty arrowheads and make myself some more arrows for the longbow. I also change out my quiver for a larger one I can wear on my back - according to my handy
Bowyer's Buddy (part of my book collection), these used to be worn on horseback by Mongols. I'll gladly take one on foot for the extra capacity.
Sat in the shelter and read up on cookery and mechanics for most of the day, learnt how to dry-render lard. Perhaps not the most exciting discovery, but I got cracklings out of it as well, so it was welcome.
Logandale WoodsA very quiet day. I cut wood, collected rocks for a project, read.
Logandale WoodsI spend the morning constructing a portable shelter to travel with in search of water. Can't remember where the nearest river is, I commuted everywhere. The shelter is quite nice, just some leather flaps and a groundmat attached to poles, but it should do for my extended trip.
Whilst trekking through the woods, I am assaulted by (fortunately slow-moving) perambulatory trees with stingers! What the hell happened to New England? Not only are there zombies, there are weird all-conuming fungus things and bloody triffids!
What the? Well, this is officially out of my pay grade. See ya!
AAAGH!
I spend about half an hour running from literal hordes of triffids and other types of violent plantlife. Then I am repeatedly attacked by giant wasps. Fantastic. I am severely injured, poisoned and pissed off. I head north from the triffid patch, trying to steer clear of the zombie hordes where possible, and nearly run into range of some automatic turrets guarding a military installation. Ironically, they register their own zombified soldiers as enemies, and I watch them gun two down before pegging it for safety.
Get attacked by wolves, zombie wolves, giant evil bees. Pass what I vaguely remember as being a farm before it was bombed to hell. Just craters now.
I finally reach camp at the end of the day, stung to near death and having spent the whole day being chased by unpleasant things. Spend four hours trying to sleep, no luck. Eventually just pack up tent and march through the night.
Which is how I end up at the mansion. By sheer blind luck walking west, I end up bumping into the wall of a manor, and alerting the former occupants in the process. I struggle with shooting them in the dark, laden as I am with things, but once I clamber into the dining room through the window I drop my excess baggage and take up my staff instead. I end up killing about twenty of the bastards, usually coming at me five at a time. I can only assume that the staff faced the same face as the master.
There are a stupid number of dining rooms in this place, and I can only assume that they loved to have parties. There's a swimming pool as well, and a couple of kitchens, but not much else. Still, it's a fantastic structure. If I wanted, I could take up residence. Either way, I am exhausted. Time for a nap in the big four poster.