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| Zombies Damage Fence Near Marina During Storm at Night |
Together the men are an unstoppable Juggernaut of knowledge and charisma. For hours they have coaxed me on and on in this map project despite the fact that in real life I get lost often and have zero cartography experience. Three years of figure drawing does not make me good at maps. They went through a lot of trouble to haul in a computer with Photoshop on it for me to use.
After hour two Grant pulled out a yummy chocolate and nut protein bar. "Do you want this?" He asked casually, "I don't care for peanuts that much." I had tried to make myself immune to Grant but he was an expert people person. Between his smile and the Commanders nods I kept working. We made some progress.
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| Runner 5 |
Zombie Storm - The Typhoon Weather
The tail end of a typhoon has hit making the zombies crazy. It has been so bad that bicyclist from South Jetty Inn have not arrived per schedule and there have been no search and rescue missions for the lost Tourists. Some Tourists remained behind of course and they complained loudly but Grant has this mesmerizing way about him, his quick smile, blue eyes, and calm demeanor never reacts to whatever is being thrown his way. If someone was yelling in his face he calmly agreed with them on several facets of their argument and either found a way to slide along to someone else and a new topic or converted the person to his way of thinking.
The Commander was always good at hearing all sides and not getting angry or reacting but Grant took the skill of people engineering to a whole other level. He made people love him.
I almost felt optimistic about our chances. Grant was wickedly smart too - guess you have to be to actively wrangle humans, the most dangerous creatures on earth. For some reason not everyone in the camp saw it. They saw what Grant meant for them to see, a laid back bohemian - maybe a drug user? No threat at all - look the other way.
He was setting up webs of manipulation. He was a master at work, but so was the Commander - turns out they were childhood friends who were geniuses in school, graduated early, turned down Harvard. I kept asking them questions as I worked on the maps. I was dying to know their stories and who these guys really were. I don't think they would ever let me know for sure, and I was surprised they divulged anything at all, but then again I feel like the black sheep of the camp. The person who doesn't huddle for comfort with everyone else. The person who chooses a danger so horrific that the others don't go near the fences - I go out the fence - I go into the wilderness risking my life and I do it day after day. Zombies don't frighten me like they should.
In a weird way working there with them in the bunker I started thinking of us as a ruling trifecta of force. I was the main runner, and their go-to person, a bunkie even - were we cooperating as equals? Then I banished the thought - anything I assumed or thought probably was planted there by Grant and the Commander
I have an important mission tomorrow but will write about it then - the typhoon threatens a great many plans. Hopefully I get to see Hero 13 again and find out about Rilea.
