This is Jimmy Varn and I am still alive.
The generator gave out and I had to put more gas in. I think I am getting roughly six hours for four gallons of gas. It is hard to say. I also can’t ignore the fact that a computer might take up a shitload of power.
My shoulder hurts like you would not believe but damn, shooting is kind of fun. I am starting to wish I wasn’t so hard on rednecks. There is something manly about pulling a trigger and watching something explode at a distance.
Unfortunately for me, that something is rarely a zombie head. My kill list so far has been three zombies, a garbage can, three flower pots, a couple of trees and the road about a hundred times. I could get discouraged but the important thing is that I am shooting something.
I made another discovery. I am down to four bottles of water and I realize I need to get off the pot and figure out my water filtering. Most of the internet is down but I kept hitting refresh a thousand times this afternoon and I finally reached a water filtering site that talks about using charcoal. Yay for me!
Unfortunately for dumbass Chuck who stole the stuff, the charcoal used for water filtering is a special charcoal called aerated charcoal. You can find it at any aquarium. Ha, do we have a fucking aquarium nearby?
The process involves taking a barrel and making alternating layers of sand and charcoal to filter out big impurities. Then you take the remainder and boil it to clean it of biological shit. Well hell, boiling water take a hell of a long time and a lot of heat. This is good to know but it doesn’t seem particularly viable for the long term.
Apparently I can use bleach if I can find the unscented kind. It looks tricky though. I get worried with anything that requires two ‘drops’ per so and so water. Drops? Is that a real unit of measurement?
One thing I saw were pills that you can drop in water and it purifies it for you. I can allegedly get these at camping stories, which are not exactly in high demand around here. Shit.
Other methods seem less likely. Ozone? Really? How the fuck do I make that? The other option was iodine crystals but it involves straining the slush of deadly poison. Sigh.
I need to have water. Bottled water is too heavy to drag back to Home Base but when I see it, I go for it. The faucet is still working but it scares me shitless. I don’t want to die of some stomach virus and come back to live in a fully stocked house lurking some other dumb survivor.
Sheesh, I wonder how many water poisoned zombies are already walking around.
Either way, once I decide on a method, I will need to get supplies. That means leaving Home Base. That means going outside for the first time since I got jumped by that zombie crowd. That means going out with a damn gun.
Today I practice with the pistols.
Friday, January 15, 2010
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