The Day The Sun Rose Twice

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I've been bringing food back for a while, but haven't found better transportation than the VW yet. I had to change the fuel line because I leaked an entire tank of gas. Marci explained that two people died taking food. They died trying to survive and I don't see who we are to judge them for that.

Marci made some contraption to try and churn butter with wind power but it was a total failure. She got pissed and smashed it to bits but I was impressed by the effort and creativity. It meant a lot to her to try and do something productive while still injured; she seems to have a fear of becoming dead weight. I'm very impressed by her tenacity.

The people in town are now armed with pre-war guns and also improvised weapons ranging from kitchen knives to metal pipes. I figure that as time passes and the ammunition supply starts to wear thin, we may start to see much stranger weapons. I remember building cannon that shot a two inch steel ball bearing out of a length of pipe when I was a kid and figure we may be headed in that direction now. The reality of the need for weapons clearly became all too clear with Marci's injury, and now downtown looks like a spagetti western.

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