clerical and scheduling work.
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In April, preparation of our expanded garden plot began. In a field behind our property, we mowed the weeds and native range grass and then planted fruit trees taken from nearby nursery fields. Storage racks seized from retail stores were installed in the upstairs food storage sections for the canned fruits and vegetables we expected. We were slowly adjusting to providing for ourselves in house.
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In May, Shane came back from a trip near St. Louis, Missouri. His excitement showed as he gathered the leadership committee plus Ira. "Good news, folks. We met four other survivors at a building supply store outside St. Louis. I was impressed by their attitude, sensibility and resourcefulness. They recently lost almost half of their group to a bunch of outlaw humans and then had a bad encounter with a bunch of zombies. They're going back to their people to propose coming here and joining with us. There are sixteen of them total. Three are under sixteen and the other thirteen are adults. They gave us directions to their camp and invited us to go there. What do you think?"
John Alton thumped a pencil eraser on the table until he said, "I think, based on Shane's opinion, Tom and several others should go and interview them." He turned to me. "We should have room for them. There were originally thirty-six rooms designed for private sleeping spaces; our facility should handle fifty-two easily."
I thought over the implication and logistics for several seconds. "We use twenty-three of the thirty-six rooms now for living space, so there's room. There are miscellaneous items stored in some of the rooms that will need to be moved. We'll also need more beds, linens and furniture. Another issue is the three week confinement period we've required. How do we fit sixteen people into six small cells?"
Ira leaned back and sighed. "We don't. That would border on being inhumane." He grinned widely. "They might attack each other the way Alaskan gold miners did when confined in small spaces all winter in what came to be known as cabin fever. I can examine each of them every other day, eight one day and eight the next and watch for sign's of a transformation taking place. It's not ideal, but we can't put two and three people in those small cells."
Ed and Andrea Michaels nodded.
I stood. "Okay. I'd like Shane, Andrea and Ira to go with me to meet these people. There's safety in numbers, and we could use more members here. Since Shane is impressed with the people he met, we'll go and meet the others and likely invite them to join us."
Ed stood. "While you're gone I'll see that the additional beds and so on are gathered and in place upstairs when you get back."
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Three days later, we drove south out of Sedalia, Missouri, on Route 65. The directions Shane had were good, and two hours later we stopped in front of a large two story lakeside lodge. The use of GPS was another of the lost technologies I longed to use every time I left Deliverance.
Three camping trailers were parked down an incline close to the lake. Andrea hit the horn three long blast followed by two shorts. She stayed in the driver's seat with the engine running as the rest of us stepped out with our rifles in hand. A man Shane identified as Morgan Halcom left the cabin and waved for us to come down the slight grade to him. He yelled, "You can leave the truck and trailer where you are. You can move it closer to your lodging later."
Four other adults and two children came out of the cabin, a woman matching Morgan's age of about forty-five and two younger men in their early to mid twenties. An older gray haired but fit looking man stayed on the porch with the two kids. He was introduced as Barney Halcom, Morgan's father. While we spoke to our hosts, Andrea locked the truck and then joined us. I commented on the beautiful log lodge and the setting it was in.
Morgan said, "We took this over a bit over two years ago when it