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watch this fucker die before caving in his skull.  These sons of bitches could be trouble.  We had no way of knowing that these two had been the only members of their scouting party.  It could be that somebody watching from afar with a pair of binoculars was at this very moment running full pelt towards the bandits base.  This could get fucking nasty very quickly.  We searched their bodies, but they had nothing on them, save for a water bottle each and a pair of cricket bats.  These were immediately added to our arsenal.  After a quick re-con of the local area, we headed back to the barn to let people know all about our new neighbours, and their idea of coming over to borrow a cup of sugar.
     
 
     
noon
     
Fat Dealer had known that there was a prison nearby, but he had figured the inmates would be no real problem, expected in fact that they had perished in the initial few days of the outbreak.  Knowing that they had a large, armed force nearby and that they were already sending out scouts had us all worried.  Apocalypse Girl suggested that maybe they wouldn't bother sending anybody else out this way, but by the tone of her voice even she didn't believe that much.  The Twin rightly said that we needed to make sure the wall is guarded full time, but with the losses of the last few days we didn't have the personnel for multiple shifts of guards, even just in daylight hours.  With the new arrivals we were nearly back up to twenty people living here, but Fat Dealer said that the prison had easily several hundred inmates, perhaps even a couple of thousand.
     
 
     
Farmer simply suggested giving them what they want to the great disgust of everybody else, and Apocalypse Girl pointed out that meant giving them his wife too.  The way she hesitated just long enough to question whether she had hesitated or not saying the word wife implied that she too had heard what I had heard.  Butcher had a better idea, give them one of the sheep, loaded up with a slow acting poison, but that left the problem of us not having any thing of the sort.
     
 
     
The Kid had the best idea of all.  He wanted to find and infiltrate their camp, and use his unique 'gift' to spread a little bit of chaos in their ranks.  He pointed out that he was almost exactly the same size as one of the bandits that had shown up today, so fitting into his mostly prison issue clothing should be no issue.  Archer told him, that if he was going, to take a bow and some arrows.  The Kid shook his head.  The bandits had cricket bats, he would have to take one of those.  With that, he grabbed a bat and left to scavenge a prison uniform.  He definitely looked the part when he returned, save for the fact that a large amount of the original owner of that uniform's blood was soaked into it.  As there was little we could do about it, he decided that if questioned, he would claim it was his partner's blood and that he had done all he could, but once bitten, it's all over.  As far as they knew.
     
 
     
evening
     
The Kid left a few hours ago.  Farmers Wife went with Farmer to their room after dinner, after she smoked from the dessert joint without him bitching about it this time, and so far not a peep had been heard from either one of them.  Apocalypse Girl told me that she didn't much like the looks Farmer had been directing her way.  The Twin said she too felt distinctly uncomfortable around him.  Fat Dealer mentioned that Farmer had words with him about me, and that he had told Fat Dealer that I was a menace and should be thrown out to feed the Dead.  He went further to say that he wouldn't wish that even on someone like Farmer and that since Apocalypse Girl and I had contributed so much to the overall welfare of the group that he was thinking about officially declaring us the new leaders of the community just to avoid any of this kind of bullshit in the future.
     
 
     
I told him that this was his place, not mine, but that if The Kid didn't