What a great day...well, not crap.
The old tunnels that run under campus are still in use but, since terrorism is still a suspected cause of H1Z1, all of them are guarded by two National Guardsmen each. So, I had to borrow Trevor and Jesse, not to mention an incredibly long hose.
Dusk fell, and we hid close to the power plant, as the grate there was the one most known to us. Jesse was a tad grim, he probably wasn't too happy with the means to which we would accomplish this. Trevor had a big grin on his face, crazy man he is. The Guardsmen got complacent early into the evening...no one ever tried to invade the tunnels.
I nodded to Trevor, and he and I crept up behind the guards. Trevor pulled out one of his pistols and turned to me, counting one, two, three. Then we sprung into action.
Trevor cracked the one on the left hard on the head with his pistol, and the poor guy went out like a light.
Meanwhile I slipped my arm under his armpit and linked it with my other arm, putting him in a nasty quick choke. He quickly lost consciousness and slumped to the ground. I pulled out a syringe and injected the pair with some lovely chemical that make them forget all about this and just think they passed out on the job. So no one would ever know.
Jesse came shortly after dragging our hose. It was connected to a large tank we managed to smuggle into Parker.
Trevor took off the grate and leapt in, and Jesse handed the hose to him. I jumped in afterward, and we made our way to a hub in the water pipe. Trevor revealed a small power drill and we drilled a hole in the top of the pipe, quickly connecting the hose.
"Turn in on, Jesse!" I tried to quietly yell. Trevor cracked me in the ribs, presumably from being too loud. I flashed him a half grin as we heard the chemical being poured into the water supply.
About thirty minutes passed, and soon the tank ran dry. I hoped the chemical would be enough to vaccinate all the campus, but we would soon find out. We replaced the grate and rolled up the hose before bringing the tank back to my house, and sharing some beers in triumph.
Christina came in while we were sitting at the table, and I hugged her quite fiercely. She gave me one of her perfect smiles...but there was a hint of something behind it. Eh, probably just some worry. The next few days wouldn't be great.
She fell asleep pretty soon after, and the boys and I stayed up a bit late, talking about the good times.
She's been oddly tired lately. I guess it's just the allergies.
Best log entry all week, I hope the cure gets spread.
But a part of me is still hopeless.
Who knows what was breathed in before tonight?
Who knows?
END LOG
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