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What am I going to do when the kegs run dry? When they’re only spitting foam and I have angry faces filling the bar? What happens when the last liquor bottle is opened, when the last drop is poured. What happens when the island goes dry? When the last pub this side of anywhere stops serving…  Coach would know what to do. I keep telling myself that. He had to have come up with a master plan. He had to have. Maybe that’s where he’s gone off to; maybe he’ll be back in another week with a huge shipment, or maybe he’s securing trades with some off-land island and it’s just taking him awhile. How’s that for some wishful thinking?

The ice box power has started shorting. Every once and awhile it goes out, and the beer gets warm. That mean’s it’s going to go bad that much faster. Keeping it in the dark helps, but, warm in the dark is just as bad as keeping it on a display shelf and time is not my friend right now. Not my friend at all…

I’ve got to start looking into how to brewing my own. Coach always talked about home brewing, how it was really starting to pick up; folks were making their own beer in their basement just how they wanted it. He was worried it’d hurt business. Guess the Zeds helped us with that issue. That, and fighting.

The zombies have been hitting town real, real hard and all sorts of folks have been having run ins. Maybe the first fight event will just be a training thing. Let people pummel each other in safety under the guise of self improvement when really all I want is a bit of blood.

X.

Jack