((Written in Mike’s ledger during night watch))

January 31st, 2015

Hoshi, Ashley, Harley, Raven, Serena, Jim, Sugar

All good people. My family, my crew. We have…..had two others, Kayla Kalana and another guy named Jack. Both have gone completely MIA. I was told Sugar and Kayla got in a fight and Kayla ran off when a single walker rolled up to them. She was a good scout but never checked in and seemed to avoid the beach house. Jack was just never around, he agreed to join the team but then never showed up thereafter. We gain a few people then we lose a few. We need to rectify that horse shit yesterday. There is a radio tower near the Eights, maybe we can scav some radio equipment. We gained a new member, a Husky that Sugar named Ashley. Dogs are the best damned security system around and having two around the Beach House is quite the blessing. Hoshi is starting to come around again. Poor girl had broken her wrist and bruised herself up a bit, not before she wrecked a few walkers in the process. Just as tough as her sister. Harley is laying beside me as I write this, always the ever faithful companion. Raven is quite the up and coming marksman, she practices with her crossbow, at least as best she can with no bolts. Doesn’t stop her from taking the watch on the roof when she can. Girl is all bruised up half the time but that never phases her. Was out searching Serena and Jim yesterday morning when I saw her and that girl Buffy wreck a few walkers.I think she used her damn Crossbow as a bludgeon, I encouraged her to find a weapon better suited to the job. She found herself a knife. Speaking of…..my dear Sugar found herself a new knife. A big ass Bowie knife she yanked out of a fat cop of a walker. The thing is awful supped up for a hunting knife and looks like a sword in her hands but the thing suits her well. Watched her carve up a few zeds like they were turkeys. I fear for the fool who challenges her now or calls her a barbie doll. Last but not least, Serena and Jim. They are something else. They’re technical knowledge and dauntless work ethic is above and beyond the call of duty. They put a shit ton of work helping to build and fortify the Beach House then still find time to continue to help the Eights with what they need. I almost locked them in the House today so they would just sit down and relax for thirty seconds. Good people, all of them. So long as I can see them alive on the other side of the tunnel, I can die a happy old man.