Reluctantly, Adam and I hit the road again today, and we’re some way down the road, about a quarter of the way back to the chemistry lab.
It took some doing, tearing ourselves away from a nice comfortable army base, with its 10 foot high fences, virtually unlimited weapons, and crates of food. Still, we had promised the Doc we’d return to him with what we could.
The biggest dilemma was how to get more than what we could carry in our backpacks back to the lab. That was soon solved when we found the golf carts. One was kitted out with a flat-bed on the back and we loaded this up with plenty of ammo, weapons and food, but then came the issue of the 6 years of dormancy slowly draining the batteries dead.
We discovered the generator – a huge, green metal box with an exhaust chimney sticking out the top. A bit of tinkering and swearing and kicking later and it was up and chuffing out black smoke, coughing and choking on overaged diesel. Once running with some semblance of normalcy, it was generating power and I plugged in the cart to charge up for a few hours.
We’ve long since scooped up all of the bodies and had a mass bonfire some way from the barracks. This was a solid day’s work, but made the place a little more bearable.
So we’re on the road now. Thankfully this electric buggy is quiet enough that we can zip along without attracting too much attention. We’re spending the night off the road and in a culvert under the road where things are slightly more defendable than being exposed out on the road. We’ve got the food, we’ve got the ammo, we just need to make it through a few more nights out in the open again before we’re back at the lab and safe once more.
Hold it, I hear something…