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What is causing it?
    There is almost a sure guarantee that whatever the cause is, it’ll be a problem for us at some point. That bitch fairy just LOVES to put it to us.
    Still worried about the survivors that attacked MGR that we haven’t tracked down yet. I am almost certain that the undead presence has been stirred up by the living moving around, and we just haven’t seen them yet. The folks over at the Factory haven’t seen anything moving near them, other than the void of undead. They’re saying the population around the building has been strangely gone the past few days, which may explain why we’re seeing more here now. Maybe a few groups of people leaving the city have dragged them this way. Who knows? Without an eye in the sky, we’re operating on guesswork. Also as you may or may not recall Mr. Journal, we've unconsciously abandoned the goal of getting a small plane in the air. Kate and Nick are obviously pissed about their primary skill sets being shelved for the season, but with all the work that needs to be done, there's no time left to dedicate labor hours to getting a plane ready for flight right now. In the spring, when we don't need to worry about plowing an entire runway, we're gonna talk again.
    I’m still very nervous about shooting, but I am better. I’ve been having bad dreams about gunplay off and on since I woke up from the other side. I see myself in situations with undead in my dreams a lot, and every time I need to, I feel like I can’t pull the trigger. Ever have one of those dreams when you were a kid where you were in a fight, and when you hit the other person, your punch did nothing? Or no matter how hard you try, you just can't get the punch to land? It feels like that. I feel impotent, afraid, exposed, vulnerable. All bad things to feel when you’re in a bad situation.
    It’s fucked up that I can’t dream of the living. I feel so alone in my dreams. I have no allies to encourage me in those moments. No Kevin, no Abby, no Michelle. Just me and my weapon, and sometimes even that isn’t there. I hate it.
    Oh well. The next time I am faced with a slowly rotting corpse that is trying to eat me, or eat those with me, I best be ready to do what is required, and fast. If I truly want my friends to stay alive this year, it will certainly come down to me making that happen myself.
    I’m off. We’ve got a lot to do the next few days.

    -Adrian

January 4 th

    From frying pan to fire, right? Fuck that fairy. I’ve decided on a resolute course of action for myself and the community here for a few days. I took a stand, let them know how I felt about things, and that’s that. Remember back when I was first talking about whether or not I’d lead by committee, or if it was my word was law or whatever? Funny that with all these people here I’m not really doing what I said I would do. Or thought I would have to do, for that matter.
    I guess that’s because I’m surrounded by people that aren’t total assholes. I was so worried I’d be surrounded by people who would challenge my authority, and do things that were dumb. I’m pretty lucky. Minus a few dicks here and there, and one head wound, I’ve been blessed with supportive people that see things the way I do. It’s made leading pretty easy. Now if I could get over the guilt of when I make a bad call, and folks get hurt or die…
    We restocked MGR earlier today, and it was my first taste of violence in some time. We rolled out in what is now our standard movement package of HRT, and double humvees. I rode shotgun in the HRT in the lead, with Caleb driving, and we had Abby in the back. In the two humvees we had Kevin, Blake, Roger and Quan, plus Alex and George who were switching out with two folks there. We were restocking their water and food, as well as dropping off some additional weapons gear and supplies.
    MGR hasn’t been engaging any of the undead they have been observing. Noise brings in more of the dead, and with possible