there was a few tearful moments this morning when we got ready to leave. Dad of course puddled up like he always does, and i wasnt exactly dry eyed either. hugs and handshakes all around. Monte gave me Beccas wedding ring and Lil's sunglasses. He had saved them specially for me. i tucked them away in my inside shirt pocket where they were safe. Dad thanked Matt for coming with me on a dangerous journey. Matt blushed and shook his head. Mike and Bill were going to ride with us as far as Hettinger as they needed supplies.

We pulled out and made our way to hettinger I wanted to check on my cousin and an old friend. Eds house was deserted like all the others. Duanes home looked lived in semi-recently but no one was around. I did find his treasured IMI uzi under the bed in the back room, covered with a patina of rust. I helped myself. we said our final goodbyes to Mike and Bill and headed east.

When we got close to lemmon the shit hit the fan. Matts windshield dissapeared in a spray of plastic. My sled gathered three bullet holes. The bullets came from a defilade to the side of the road. We both sprayed it with our FPWs. The 1200RPM rate of fire chopped into the plywood shields and shredded them. The occupants were cut to riibons. We blew though lemmon proper at full throttle. Matt got clipped by shotgun blast and I lost my hat. I was pissed, but not as much as Matt was. He wanted to go back in guns blazing and wipe them off the map. I convinced him otherwise. After bandaging his shoulder we both did however expend an entire magazine into the town from a distance. That seemed to satiate his deisre for revenge. We camped tonite a short distance from walker. Gunfire was heard in the west during the evening.