Everyday I seem to find something new I suck at. We took for granted that help with just about anything was a phone call or a few mouse clicks away. I was exceedingly lucky that I found Bert, even if he did shoot me when I first spotted him. He is far more knowledgeable about pretty much everything than I am. It is probably due to the fact he grew up before computers and the Internet and smart phones, and the people of his generation were expected to be more self-sufficient. Sure, I can code and fix a computer and tell you the back-story of pretty much every Marvel character, but those skills really don’t transfer to a world where society has collapsed and zombies outnumber humans by a pretty significant ratio.
I am not now, nor have I ever been, a handyman. Fortunately Bert is quite capable around tools and is teaching me what I need to know. And what he doesn’t know we are picking up in books we have acquired. While I may not be handy, I am trainable. We decided that our first priority if we were going to hole up for awhile would be to install the new solar panels. This would keep Beth off of our backs and allow her to do her research and use her equipment while we did our work and could use the power tools at the same time.
Over the past week we’ve occasionally caught glimpses of the assholes watching us work and they periodically taunted us over the CB, but they haven’t shown any signs of trying to get into our building. Beth suggested that they might be waiting until we finished everything on the roof so that they wouldn’t have to do it themselves. Bert and I have discussed this and have been drawing up plans to make the building more secure. The weakest entry point is still the front of the building. The cars piled up in front of widows to either side of the doors are great, but the doors themselves are still glass and easily broken. The stairwell doors are all steel reinforced security doors, so our plan is to replace the glass doors with two of the stairwell doors and then add a crossbar or two to secure them. Once we have all the details worked out, it will have to be done quickly and at night when the assholes aren’t watching.
We also finished building our pigeon coop this week. We placed it on the opposite end of the roof as far from the solar panels and water collection as possible; we don’t want to be cleaning bird crap off of the solar panels all day long, and the water is mostly covered and is being filtered but thought of all those birds bathing and shitting in our water is just, gross. Attracting the birds to our coop shouldn’t be too difficult; there are plenty in the area and we’re using seeds (sesame, sunflower, poppy) that we’ve found in the apartments. Hopefully we can get a bunch in here and breeding soon. It will be nice to have some fresh food for a change.
You would think that the end of civilization would leave you with a lot of free time on your hands, but it seems that the opposite is true; the amount of work that is required to survive is never-ending. On the bright side, all the work keeps your mind off the much greater potential for death in this new world.
Posted on November 20, 2014, in Fiction and tagged Fiction, Horror, Post Apocalypse, Post Apocalyptic Fiction, Science Fiction, Survival Fiction, Zombie Apocalypse, Zombie Fiction, Zombies. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.