August 1st.. Yep, I know the date finally! 2016

I survived whatever the hell illness that was. Just by chance. Flu maybe? Strong one at that. Unfortunately, Billias and I were not successful in keeping it quarantined to just our apartment at the eights. Now Darla is sick and suspects most that she’s come into contact are probably infected with it too. Anyone that went on that trip with her in the truck is likely going to end up ill. A lot has seemed to happen while I was otherwise puking my guts out.

Darla took a group to the mainland for whatever they wanted. Apparently one of the people she took with her is this young guy named Daimon. Turns out he works for me… So of course when he does something bad I’m the one they turn to. I barely knew the kid a day before I ended up stuck in bed for two weeks being ill. He apparently took off from the group without a word. At least that is what Darla told me. He confirmed it later… She wanted to hang him on the tree as an example, I hopefully talked her out of it. Just because shit when bad right after he left doesn’t mean it is necessarily his fault. Right? For all we know he could have been the one to die in that blow out, but because of his keen spider senses got the fuck out. I know I would have if I thought those people were going to get me killed… I mean, if I didn’t know them or owe them anything. I wish I could say I would be the hero and have anyone’s back. That would be a lie though. I’d take a bullet for Darla and Billias. Talla and Amanda as well. Maybe even Peaches and Pauleh.. Just all depends. Sadly that isn’t the worst of what is going on here in Arklay.

We’re damn near out of fuel. There, the bomb hath dropped. None have been able to make a successful run to get fuel or anything lately. Darla and her group barely made it back with their lives let alone the stuff they went looking for in the first place. Luckily the truck didn’t take to much damage, cause I have plans. Maybe not right away, but soon as I am strong enough and able with a decent group. We’ll need to pull the seats out of the back and some people might have to sit with gas tanks on their laps… Doesn’t sound too great now that I’m writing it out. One bullet and we’ll be an expensive movie blow out. Fucking raiders.. I’ll figure this out.

Maybe some armor to protect the windows and doors.. the wheels will have to be re-enforced somehow. Not that I hold much credit to any Raider’s aim with a rifle.. but will also have to put some armor on the hood to protect from an engine block. Would take a pretty high powered rifle.. and a damn good shot.. and a well.. they would need to know where to fire on the truck. Though it isn’t like we can move the engine block from where it is.. but maybe we can just armor the shit out of it and get through alright.. With the right group.. this is totally possible.

All this week I will wander around gathering as many empty tanks as possible for the run. Looking for capable people to come with as well. We’re not stopping at the well picked shit hole at the other end of the tunnel either. I plan to go as far into the city to every gas station we can dig into. This might be a long trip.. wont be back the day after we leave.. Trip like this we’ll need to be savvy and careful. We wouldn’t need to do this if everyone would just get on board for the fucking bio fuel idea. Till we can get some more gas, they are just going to have to suck it up and pay the high prices we’re asking for. No one is going to want to go on this trip just for fuel and hero points. They are going to want cash for guns and ammo.

I’m sure few will probably revolt at the price raise.. especially places that don’t really need the gas. It’s a fuck’n luxury for them anyway. The Hospital, water plant, eights and the garage need that gas more than the bar or Keepers. In fact I believe Kali’s words were something along the lines of “candle light and warm moonshine.” I hardly ever see the Keepers in their own building anyway. Pauleh is always down at the bar where Peaches is. I have no idea where any of the others are.

Well, I do know where one is. Kitten has joined us at the garage. She is our medic to a point. I figure it couldn’t hurt to keep the workers in good health. I mean hell, the scavengers get more banged up than the mechanics anyway. Digging through trash is just asking for… whatever diseases or… something. I can’t think of the word at the moment. Shit. I hope those fevers didn’t effect my brain. Turns out she’s a Keeper. Will have to keep her at arm’s length. Pauleh as well.

I hate to put Pauleh and Peaches at arm’s length on top of it all. They seem to be good people. They don’t have to come over and check on me all the time. I just don’t want them to get hurt if shit hits the fan… They would understand in the long run. Maybe.

I did something stupid tonight. Real stupid, but I think I am in the clear. All I can do is stick with my story and see how it goes. It isn’t like I don’t plan to amend for it. I’ll make extra trips and so on to make up for it. But right now… The eights needs things. That is my priority along with the garage. They’ll be fine. I just need names now. We’ve got a pretty hefty set up for gear and supplies for this trip. Once the truck is modded up, we’ll be ready to head out.