Post by Max Rivers on Oct 13, 2015 22:33:52 GMT -5
Max tucked the pair of gloves into the back pocket of his jeans. A tractor sat before him, the cover up and engine insides exposed. He stood in a small field, emoty latched of dirt where wheat had been around. It was only a small crop, but it would do them for a while. Two other men were beside him, younger men. "There you go," Max said shutting the cover, "should be good to go. Park it behind the barn, use a tarp to cover it for the winter. We won't need it till spring."
He though back over the last few months. From spring to fall, summer just seemed to fly by. It was nearly winter now, already getting colder each night. The cathedral group provided a major asset the farm needed. They were loyal, and hard working. It also put people on watch, at all times someone, somewhere was watching either side of the farm on watch towers the erected.
One of the cathedral people played a big help with the crops, she had been a farmers wife, a knew enough on what to do. They had wheat, which they had planned to grind down and make bread. It would mean another trip, arm guards, an more power at a mill. But it would hopefully be worth it. Along side the crop was a garden, and already there were talks of expanding it, forgoing a crop and making a massive garden instead.
Louis, Brian, and few others tended the garden. They were all dug up now, but there more than enough vegitables being stored. From carrots to potatoes they had it all. It would keep them fed along the winter.
Max was in the prosses of teaching a few of the members to make traps and track and hunt. They were getting good, having snagged a couple rabbits and a deer while out last. Though the lack of ammo was starting to become a problem when faced with hunting. They tended to save it, keep it incase they needed it.
All had been mostly silent though. No Attacks on the wall, no retaliation or raiders. It almost scared Max, why hadn't there had a threat in so long. Not a single noise or meeting of anyone they couldn't trust.
Sinners on the other hand were a problem. They were grouping up, bigger groups. Some nights the stick up agaisnt the wall and took the entire day to pick off. It was clear they were leaving the cities, but at least it was manageable for now. They hadn't started to even use guns on them. Max made sure the walls were good and sturdy, putting people on up keep for them when ever they could.
Supplies were dwindling, but Max tried to keep the stock full. He organized small runs, in and around the area. Lots of stores, a hospital once. Never very far, and five people minimum. Safe in numbers, and th cluld spare it.
Over the course of the two months twelve people had joined, not including the cathedral. They were normal people, a group here, few survivors there. They kept in line were watched closely or a few days.
Without Charles the farm was lacking at first, but slowly they came to a normality. Amber took over a bigger role, along with Brian. That left five people making the decisions, never a tie. If an issue came up, they five of them disscussed it and dealt with it. They acted fast, and listened to all sides.
The farm was running smoothly, all seemed to be going well. People were growing closer, and bonds starting to form.
Max was starting to softer up, he wasn't as hard as he had been when the farm first started. He was still closed off, but was trying. He blamed Abby for all this, him taking more responsibility for the farm and the actions placed.
Max looked towards the house. The wall was fully built, for now they were safe. He started walking, heading back into the house.
He though back over the last few months. From spring to fall, summer just seemed to fly by. It was nearly winter now, already getting colder each night. The cathedral group provided a major asset the farm needed. They were loyal, and hard working. It also put people on watch, at all times someone, somewhere was watching either side of the farm on watch towers the erected.
One of the cathedral people played a big help with the crops, she had been a farmers wife, a knew enough on what to do. They had wheat, which they had planned to grind down and make bread. It would mean another trip, arm guards, an more power at a mill. But it would hopefully be worth it. Along side the crop was a garden, and already there were talks of expanding it, forgoing a crop and making a massive garden instead.
Louis, Brian, and few others tended the garden. They were all dug up now, but there more than enough vegitables being stored. From carrots to potatoes they had it all. It would keep them fed along the winter.
Max was in the prosses of teaching a few of the members to make traps and track and hunt. They were getting good, having snagged a couple rabbits and a deer while out last. Though the lack of ammo was starting to become a problem when faced with hunting. They tended to save it, keep it incase they needed it.
All had been mostly silent though. No Attacks on the wall, no retaliation or raiders. It almost scared Max, why hadn't there had a threat in so long. Not a single noise or meeting of anyone they couldn't trust.
Sinners on the other hand were a problem. They were grouping up, bigger groups. Some nights the stick up agaisnt the wall and took the entire day to pick off. It was clear they were leaving the cities, but at least it was manageable for now. They hadn't started to even use guns on them. Max made sure the walls were good and sturdy, putting people on up keep for them when ever they could.
Supplies were dwindling, but Max tried to keep the stock full. He organized small runs, in and around the area. Lots of stores, a hospital once. Never very far, and five people minimum. Safe in numbers, and th cluld spare it.
Over the course of the two months twelve people had joined, not including the cathedral. They were normal people, a group here, few survivors there. They kept in line were watched closely or a few days.
Without Charles the farm was lacking at first, but slowly they came to a normality. Amber took over a bigger role, along with Brian. That left five people making the decisions, never a tie. If an issue came up, they five of them disscussed it and dealt with it. They acted fast, and listened to all sides.
The farm was running smoothly, all seemed to be going well. People were growing closer, and bonds starting to form.
Max was starting to softer up, he wasn't as hard as he had been when the farm first started. He was still closed off, but was trying. He blamed Abby for all this, him taking more responsibility for the farm and the actions placed.
Max looked towards the house. The wall was fully built, for now they were safe. He started walking, heading back into the house.