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// June 4th - 29 pills left 
// Story: Angry Bird 
// by Thadius0 
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We are now solar powered!  It is awesome.  We actually have some leftover panels too.  Guess I overestimated how many we would need.

Granted, it was long, tedious work, opening those boxes and laying out all those panels.  And making sure they all fed into the battery array the starting sets had given me.  And hooking the battery array into our extension cord that would be our main power line.

But if it means renewable power to keep our radio going and my food from spoiling, I would do it all again.  And sooner.

There was a bit of a break at about...I want to say two.  Grace came back from her raiding with her wagon and said that she'd finished getting what she could from the apartments that were open.  So I accompanied her to another apartment building, and bashed it open next.

Maybe in a week or month or so, when the flies have died off, I'll recommend we hit up Wal-Mart again for dry goods.  Assuming there are any left and insects or strays haven't taken the store over.

Of course, I could have gotten the set-up done a little faster if I hadn't been...

...Okay, I've been trying to control my wings, all right?  It only stands to reason.  Something with wings is meant to make use of them, unless it's an ostrich.

I managed to find the new muscle groups easily enough, I've only been causing all sorts of pain back there thanks to me using my back as an acceptable way to carry large, unwieldy items.  And I even got enough control to flap my wings a good dozen times or so.

I'll have to make some sort of exercise regimen for my wings if I actually want to use them, though.  And I sorta do.  It'd be hella useful.  Alternative mode of transport number...three?

Oh, that reminds me.  Alternative transport.  I know that these things exist...Yeah, that was what they were called.  Tesla roadsters.  Electric powered car.  That, would be useful.  It might suck all our power out while we charge it, but it'd be renewable...at least until the battery started to corrode.  Still, that'd take it a while.

Now all we have to do is find one...bah, who am I kidding.  We can't be that lucky.

"So," I told Grace as we gathered around the radio again.  "I'm gonna take the van south tomorrow.  Hit up a farming supplies store that I know of, see if there's anything left in it so we can start growing our own food.  Think you'll be okay while I do that?"

Grace just nodded, and Skippy whined.

"Aw, hey, I won't be gone long," I told the mutt as I gave him a quick pet.  "And I got an important job for you to do while I'm out, Skippy.  You need to watch Grace, make sure that no bad dogs get her."

The border collie woofed once, either because he understood or he didn't.  Not sure which I prefer at the moment, to be honest.

"To those of you in the Denver area that can hear us, you are not alone.  I'm Henry."  "And I'm Grace.  We're willing to help those that need it."  "In times like these, we need to help one another."  "It is far more important that we stand together than apart in the wake of this event."  "Just...please, be out there to hear us."