They were able to find the supplies, not only to fix the gate but to finally add the extra gates to the ends of the street. They lost three more people during that operation. Construction was hard, always. It was Taylor that came up with the portable building zones. Vehicle mounted temporary fencing that could be interlinked to keep zombies away from the work crews, something they adopted much later on.
As winter progressed the building dug in, hardened their perimeter. They maintained their commitment to allowing new people in however. More people meant survival.
A note to my readers
This story came from NanoWriMo (http://nanowrimo.org/). The first draft was written in a month. It wasn't hard to manage, a fact which shocked me. That was what set me on this path, re-ignited the passion for writing I had abandoned many years earlier.
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This is book one in a series, but the rest of the series starts twenty years in the future. Keep an eye out.
Table of Contents
Meet Jasper
A very bad morning
Fire and Water
Crossing the river
Robert at the Cottage
No safety in the skies
Schools out for summer
Clearing the way
Meet me behind the wood pile
The haul
Wounded, nearly dead
The great hunter
It's a small world after all
Everything falls apart in the end
Escape
Chase
Abandoned
Cowboys
Approaching Storm
Aftermath
Into the Tame
Can't Rely on Anybody
I'm Living Downtown
In the Mouth of Madness
I Love It When a Plan Comes Together
What She Saw in the Night
Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting
Into the Fire
Barbarians at the Gate