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Day 325:

I finally reached the place where I started digging back toward my cave a while ago. That’s good! It means I’ve found the surface! And the fresh air! And a spot that doesn’t have water leaking through the ceiling!

And the zombies lurking in the many many trees.

My wood supplies are not low and I wasn’t planning to do any tree-trimming.

On the other hand, nothing says “go get the axe” like climbing out of a cave and having zombies fall from above for a good five minutes.

(The good news is zombies are crap at falling and most of them broke their legs in the fall. The bad news is that didn’t stop them from trying to kill me.)

So I’m heading back to the main base to make sure i have plenty of quality axe heads available. Could be there a few days. Might want to let these bruises heal a bit while I’m at it.

Day 324:

Not making much progress on the brick hod thingie.  (I think that’s what it was called.)

It was a lot of work to make the drill for the bridge.

That was months ago, wow.

But the bridge drill bit is a) worn out and b) too big for my brick hod thing.

So I have to find a good branch to use as a handle and then I have to make a drill bit that will fit it, and that’s a lot of work actually, especially when my head still hurts.

I wonder if the birch trees here have aspirin in their barks. Was it birch trees? I’m not even sure I remember.

Anyway I spent the day doing little things around the place to keep it cleaned up. I don’t remember being this neat and tidy before, but then, things weren’t likely to try to chase me and kill me. When getting chased by murderers is an everyday possibility it’s more important than ever to keep the floors and tables clear.

Day 323:

I slept most of the day and spent the rest of it moving cobblestone from one of my older chambers to closer to my smelting chambers so I can smelt things more easily.

I’m working on an idea for a rock carrier…

Ages ago (at least it seems like ages ago) one of the miners (I think it was Larry?)  told me about a thing that people used to haul bricks before we had levitating sleds. He said it was called something like a “hob” and it was essentially three sides of a box with a stick out of the bottom. Because the stick was really long, you could balance it against your shoulder to haul the bricks. Kind of like a really big shovel or scoop.

I’ve been sketching all day to see if I can design something like it. Humans invented it once, so I’ve got a decent shot.

It’s got to be easier than hauling backs of cobblestone back and forth, anyway.

Day 322:

Took the day off from mining to get some rest.

Failed.

Turns out you can’t make wheels out of cobblestone.

Day 321:

I went past a set of steps and an adult zombie came up and tried to kill me.

When he failed, three kids came pouring out of the stairway like it was some kind of holding pen for preteen monsters.

They were followed by another adult zombie.

I’ve occasionally wondered if zombies were gendered but have given up trying to ask questions about this place.

(Today at least.)

But either way — and yes, this is my own culture talking — it’s some cruddy parenting sending kids up the steps to face an armed miner when the adults can’t handle me.