Over these first few days on this most splendiferous adventure I have united with my new companions in the BVC and they in turn have treated me as royalty. Though it is not the first time that my aura has demanded a certain praise the feeling that accompanies it never grows old. In more recent news Paco and I were invited to one of the most secret locations owned by the BVC. It is rumored that this site is the source of all of their wisdom and power. Concealed as a half finished infrastructure the tell tale signs of ritualistic practices were notched on every wall. Or maybe that was just the measurements for the stained-glass windows, nevertheless there was magic in the air. The order went through the same motions that had become common place in the day to day scheme and my mind began to wonder as it is prone to do.
After the ceremony Paco and I browsed the grounds as per usual recording the schematics of the buildings in our heads we continued a conversation that has become a defining point in our friendship. What are the advantages and weaknesses of the infrastructure if the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse were to take place sooner rather than later. I say inevitable because after our experiences in a now nameless town in Bolivia it is only a matter of time before the virus resurfaces.
The building in question was one of the most fortified that Paco and I had ever crossed. It provided easy access to water and food, high defenses and enough open space that entrapment was almost impossible. Just to get our plan straight Paco and I went over each other’s roles if the ZA should occur. Paco being an excellent marksman as well as a capable gardener would take the role of Tower Defense. Armed with a sniper rifle, he protects the main base from intruders while tending to our food supply. He is also quite capable with a katana and is quite handy at rigging traps around the complex. Now being the wandersome hooligan that I am I would take the role of a scout. Armed with a semi-automatic hunting rifle, a fully automatic sub-machine gun, a sawed-off shotgun with a modified barrel containing a spring loaded battle-ax head for use in extreme close range, a backpack full of basic camping gear, and a bandoleer of explosives I would scrounge around the near country side for any useful gear, survivors, or anything of interest. Hoowrah!!!
After our conversation we went to lunch. It was here that we were shown how far the reach of the BVC was. At our table were two lawyers one of which was a former Congressman and the current Dean of the #1 Law School in Manila. Paco and I realized that not only were our basic needs taken care of but should anything suspicious arise we had more than enough resources at our disposal. The lunch consisted almost entirely of native foods exotic and colorful and with names to hard to pronounce let alone spell. They were mostly delicious though and life if the reader will believe it just became even more exciting for Crackity Jones…
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