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that much easier. Martin will come back a few days later to get it all hooked up. I don’t think one stove is enough though. Being there for a couple hours earlier today showed me the building is not designed to stay warm without lots of electricity. I don't know how the folks who lived there as long as they did managed life. I’m thinking after I get done with a few days there putting dead down, we launch a mission for those bags of concrete, and a couple wood stoves I know are out there in folk’s basements.
    Disadvantage of putting of wood stoves in a fourth floor apartment? Visible smoke. Also, we'll need wood on the fourth floor of a building.
    Campus is bland. We are dealing with dogs now in a remarkably positive way. We are opening the outer gate at the rear of campus, and bringing out a small amount of food. When we feed the dogs that approach, if they take the food in a calm and friendly way, we know that they can be rehabilitated. Brought in as pets, warning alarms, whatever. What do they call it? Food bowl aggression I think. One of the dogs tried to bite the hell out of Angela today while we were gone, and she put it down on the spot. I and my two swinging testicles celebrated a small victory on that one.
    We’ve only taken in one dog, a mutt that looks like it might be part Rotty. I don’t like it, but we’re keeping it near the barn where the cows are, and that’s a good distance from where I tread typically. The dog that got put down was a small thing. I didn’t see it, but Angela said it was like a beagle mix or something.
    Angela also said they’ve counted the dogs, and there are 11 left that have been somewhere near Bastion regularly. I don’t know why they’ve suddenly made their way to our home like this. My worst worry is that whatever brought the undead back into town has scared the animals into the outskirts.
    I wonder what might’ve led the undead to town, or stirred them up? You know I'm sitting here thinking about it, and I wonder if Sylvia had been feeding them at her dilapidated cabin in the woods all this time? It makes sense.
    Headed to MGR in the morning with Ethan. I’m bringing the trusty laptop there in the event I can’t sleep. At least I’ll have something to do. I’ll be shooting by noon if all goes well.

    -Adrian

January 6 th

    Shooting from an elevated position with a high powered rifle is an art. Working with Ethan the last couple days here at MGR has showed me exactly how little I know about long distance shooting. Happily, I can report that he has educated me quite a bit, and I am now a far more technically precise shooter with the Savage.
    There are so many variables that go into shooting long distances. Wind at the barrel, wind halfway there, wind at the target… Then there’s the heat of the barrel itself, because a cold barrel fires differently than a hot barrel. Let’s not forget estimating the range accurately, the relative elevation of the target to you, as well as little things like the actual rotation of the earth. Because if you didn’t know Mr. Journal, when you fire a bullet a really long distance, the earth is still rotating during the bullet’s flight, and when the bullet gets to where you wanted it to go, they might have moved. BECAUSE THE EARTH MOVED UNDER THE BULLET.
    Crazy shit huh?
    I don’t pretend to be a sniper. Actually, I have talked some shit like I was a serious sniper, even though I'm not. (My apologies for talking shit.) That’s Ethan’s job, and he is motherfucking good at it. Watching him on the roof and balcony working his rifle the past few days has been a real eye opener. I’m a good shot. Shit, I’m a great natural shot, but he is a professional with natural skill to boot, and training out the fucking ass. He can get the dope on a shot in seconds, adjust, fire accurately, and move to the next target without even thinking. He can easily kill someone from a thousand meters away if he wanted to. Easily. And the sonofabitch