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satisfying at the same time.
    Of course a few of the zombies had gotten to the base of the tower, and we had to take them out with our M4s. Luckily leaning over a balcony edge with the AimPoint sight made head shots remarkably easy. Ethan grabbed my belt and I would lean over. We’re fortunate zombies don’t move much, and when they do, it’s painfully slow and easy to adjust to.
    Ethan’s little green log at the end of the day today said we’d put down 76 walkers. That’s good stuff. Not as many as I’d hoped, but that’s still a really large number of dead off the streets. I’m not sure what we’re going to do about the bodies. Most of them are far enough away from the building that they aren’t a health concern, and with the cold weather here, the bodies should freeze and hopefully rot by spring. I suppose the humane thing would be to bring them back to campus to burn, or try and bury them in a park nearby. I’ll think on it.
    Staggering thought of the day: how long would it take for all the survivors in the world right now to bury or burn the bodies of all the dead?
    Oh. Yeah. I almost forgot the biggest thing of them all. Last night as well as tonight just as the sun started to set, Ethan and I both noticed tiny pillars of smoke curling up into the sky in the distance. Maybe three or four miles out, possibly less. I counted four fires in four different, distinct locations, and Ethan the same.  
    It seems unlikely that there would be four random small fires in four random places all popping up at about the exact same time. If it were house fires, they’d be raging infernos, enveloping entire structures. These were small, controlled fires, barely putting smoke in the sky. If it weren’t for our good eyes, we might have even missed them.
    More survivors.
    I wonder if they’re the friendly kind of people? I’m starting to think getting my confidence back is a real priority. I might need to be on point in short order, and I can’t risk making a mistake that will cost anyone their life.
    Tomorrow, Blake and Martin make love to the stove. Should be a good time for the stove.

    -Adrian

January 8 th

    When Blake, Martin and crew arrived at MGR the other day we were in trouble. Our shooting spree the previous couple of days had drawn in a fair amount of undead over the night, and when we woke up, we were greeted by radio traffic from Bastion letting us know we had a long morning ahead of us.
    Abby said that she saw something along the lines of 30 undead move into the vicinity of the tower over the night. She didn’t bother to wake us because shooting at night would’ve been more difficult (but not impossible, thank you night vision optics courtesy of the United States Air Force and USSOCOM). Instead, we were woken up at the ass crack of dawn with her telling me they were sending a small crew with Blake and Martin to assist us in clearing the entrance.
    Ethan and I saw that as a challenge. We didn’t need anyone’s help. Granted, arrogant and stupid as fuck on our part, but realizing that I had the balls to step up and drop the hammer on short notice gave me a hard-on that lasted an hour. Nice to feel like I have balls again.
    Ethan and I kitted up as fast as we could after hearing the radio transmission from Bastion. It was just like the days back in Iraq with Kevin when he and I were part of a QRF force. You get the call, and you get your shit and move immediately. No time to “get ready” if you get my drift.
    Ethan and I went to the second floor balcony that overlooked the door that Martin built. We used that spot to set up a shooting position to thin out the crowd of undead that had gathered there. Ethan did a quick count and said we had forty one to drop.
    Easy peasy.
    Because we were only maybe twenty feet from the heads of the dead folks we were shooting at I went with the M4A1 on semi, with the suppressor attached. The AimPoint sight is perfect for short range fast shooting, and I was happy to see