If there is one thing I’ve learned in this town it’s that the worst is never over. This weekend we started seeing thick dark clouds, and ash falling from the sky. Forest fires happen, it’s just that up until now there were helicopters dumping water and shit to put them out, and real firefighters to take care of the problem. But now not so much, so everything scorched. The cabin I was staying in burned up, so did the church.

I was trying to get to town when I saw Kay taking on a biter that had crawled out of the woods. We managed to bring it down and I even managed to stay conscious. But once that was done we saw a well armed girl, one of these raiders that have been attacking people the last few weeks. She was going to rob us, and shoot us if she had to. Those were her words. We managed to get the drop on her but she shot Kay in the shoulder. I swear that woman is collecting bullet holes. But yeah, I shot someone dead again. It wasn’t even that hard to do.

So I spent the weekend making fire breaks and watching for biters creeping out of the woods, some of them on fire. No shit, I saw it happen, flaming zombies. People say the blaze drove them out of the woods but the ones I saw didn’t seem to give much of a fuck about getting burned. They just waltzed right through the flames like it was a day in the park, and more than a few caught fire. Fighting flaming zombies is not something I ever expected to do. I thought they smelled bad raw but when they get cooked all holy hell of smells are let loose.

And then, like a fucking miracle, it rained. Mama was the religious one in the family but that rain almost made me a believer. For a minute things were looking ok, the fire went out and there was moonshine to celebrate.

But the next day people were back to being insane. I went up to The Eights to check on the water supply there and I saw Lara from ATC, who I thought was normal, up in front of a crowd. She had another raider girl in handcuffs and was giving the crowd a choice, a thumbs up or thumbs down vote on this girl’s life, because of something they THINK she did. This comes after her crew threw a raider into a pit with a biter, that was a few weeks ago.

Something is deeply screwed up at ATC and the boss at Eights, Jet, seemed to think it was just fine to shoot people based on mob rule right there in the courtyard. So I guess I’m living on the roof of the bar now, the cabin is an ash heap and there are executions at the Eights. The worst is never over.