Adrian's Undead Diary (Book 5): Wrath by Chris Philbrook

and the girls from one of the yards on Route 18 near the burnt out gas station. It’s a small Chevy that will work well for them for some time. Of course it shit the bed on the way back up Auburn Lake Road, but Blake got it running again after he douched the fuel lines and did whatever it is he does to make it all work. Btw, Blake is also the one who fixed the water pump at the farm. He’s a useful one when he’s not loopy. We also fortified the Manning farm windows and doors to ensure that if they were attacked by the undead, they could hold out long enough for us to arrive and assist.
    We got about 60 feet of fence up along the edge of the water near admissions. We started the fence right where we’ll be building a gate, according to Ollie. Ollie’s plan is to encircle campus with the fence so we can let the cows roam and eat grass as needed. We just need cows now.
    Once team Westfield arrived we put them to work on the above mentioned projects, filled their water tank, made some profitable trades for both groups (really nothing special other than bread for us, which will be fucking awesome. We have so much peanut butter and jelly kicking around here), and we sat down and had our meeting. Because there were so many of us, we actually sat on the Hall A porch so we could get some fresh air. Half of us were on the benches on the porch, some on the railings, and a few of us just plopped down in the grass. It was a nice day today.
    Things went… downhill sharply there.
    I did most of the talking for the presentation or conversation, whatever the hell you want to call it. I seem to have inherited the role of spokesperson, which I guess I brought on myself. I put all the information out about The Farm. I omitted everything about the dream I had. I didn’t feel that needed to be a part of the discussion just yet.
    Blake interrupted me at least six times to put his two cents in where he felt I was leaving some crucial fact out. The first couple times I was appreciative of his assistance, but after a bit I started to get irritated, and finally told him to calm the fuck down until I was done. He made an ugly face at me, but he shut up long enough for me to get the whole story out. Once I was done, he filled in a few more blanks, and the questions came in.
    I didn’t have the answers to everything. In fact, I didn’t have the answers to much of anything. All the questions Mike and them had were the questions we still had. Military guys that we are (were) we obsess over logistics. Avenues of attack, numbers of opposition, armament, infiltration routes, escape plans, what ifs, etc.  
    It got ugly when the morality issue was brought up. Mike was the one to open the can of worms, and within minutes, I knew he was regretting ever opening his mouth.
    “So let me get this straight, there’s a farm growing food, making babies, and keeping people safe out there somewhere, and you all want to go over, and rock the boat to make sure everything is kosher?”
    We all agreed with him. I mean basically that was the deal.
    “You realize they’re already doing what we’re aiming to do, right? I mean, it sounds like jealousy if you look at it under a microscope.” Mike shrugged. He was kind of pointing out the obvious.
    That didn’t really… please the women. The rape card came out, courtesy of Patty.
    “Mike, those women look terrified. They can’t go anywhere without a gun toting guard watching their every move, and do the math. They all got knocked up after this started? What sane person would’ve started to have that many children months ago, in this world? You’d have to rape me for that to happen. Mike, there are SIX OF THESE WOMEN. Six. In the middle of nowhere. That’s not a coincidence, that’s something very wrong.” Patty was just below a yell there in the middle. She restrained herself a little bit when she saw Abby’s face.
    Mike replied to her, “Patricia I know what you’re saying. I’m just wanting to go on