The Workermonkey

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Day 35 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 7/29/2012 02:19:00 AM

being a people person, jesse’s taken up a position as official welcoming party to any new arrivals. part of this is to meet everyone and part is to find any possible interest in staffing his more discrete endeavors. it only took 3 days to find a few, um, motivated individuals willing to work for him. on the fourth day of greeting he had a client list long enough to get things off the ground. this has been running well and keeping the bar afloat.

matt and tim have been working the bar while lou rocks his ass off every night. business is starting to take off. lou keeps them coming in to listen to the music and the supply of booze and drugs is almost keeping up with demand. burns and ramirez had done well on their adventures for more drugs. partons were paying for their experience with mostly food and other trinkets we demanded or posted ads for. there were plenty of people willing to do supply runs for us to pay their tab. this wouldn’t last forever and most of the time they aren’t bringing booze back. we’d gotten plenty of guns and ammo for now and there was ample food around for us. it’d become necessary to hire a few goons to watch our shit and provide general security duties. we’d quickly become well respected  “members of the community”. which also made our stash a target.

we’d basically taken over this building with all our enterprises, people and storage. we weren’t the factory but we had our own little clan going pretty well. the booze wasn’t going to last forever so it was time to start investing in production and manufacturing of larger quantities. this was going to take a lot of equipment and wouldn’t be easy to keep secret. how were we going to get tanks into the building? we needed a truck to take into town and maybe scavenge what we’d need. there must be a still at an old restaurant or something.

the factory had made it standard practice to use people just to gather supplies and then drop them off. people would get thrown into a group together, given a list and truck with a full tank of gas and told to come back before dark. they’d go out, gather what they could and get paid in either money or food, depending on what the factory had at the time. they didn’t exactly keep track of who went and who didn’t, so if someone didn’t come back, most people wouldn’t notice. it also wasn’t uncommon for someone to get taken by surprise by a quiet roamer. it wasn’t that safe out there and people get crazy. this was a sytem we gladly used to our advantage.

I hadn’t heard from jacob in a while. after inviting me to come into the factory with him he had to cancel the visit and then i haven’t heard from him since. it was kind of odd but no one had heard from him. maybe he was out looking for stuff. maybe he disappeared. who knows. it wasn’t unusual to lose someone. people go missing from the compound all the time. maybe someone stabbed him over a candy bar. shit happens around here.

we started getting some debts paid and calling in favors for a flat bed truck and enough supplies to make a road trip. we needed to find enough equipment to keep the bar fed. there had been another new entrance to the facility as part of the expansion.  the factory was expanding on their own and there had been enough newcomers that we just needed more room around the place. the fence had been expanded in the direction of a small neighborhood nearby. they were trying to find more places for people to live and grow food. this place had enough bedrooms for a few hundred more people and plenty of lawns to grow crops on. this was keeping most of the compound busy with gathering fencing and emptying out the houses. they needed to be cleaned out, secured, and converted before people could move in.

one of our frequent bar patrons was jack. he’d routinely run up a big tab and try to pay it off in supply runs. sometimes he’d be gone for days and then just return with a bag of goodies as if nothing ever happened. boy did he like what we were selling. jesse let him run up a particularly large tab one night and we used it to make him get us a fully fueled box truck. it’d be great if we could get a covered truck into the new garage we were expecting. we’d be in business making our own booze in no time.

the building was becoming self sufficient. we had enough solar panels on the roof to power the whole thing and some of the roof top was being used to grow food. we’d built some wooden boxes and planted what seeds we had. the roof would run rain water into collection systems (gutters) and we’ve had plenty of water to feed ourselves and water a few crops. we’d probably have to convert these into something we can make booze out of. potato vodka perhaps?

Jack had made good on his debit again and returned with a really nice 18ft uhaul box truck. perfect! where the hell did he get this? it had the lift gate and everything. perfect. it was getting late so we went to work at the bar and planned on filling it the next day. needed to get this show on the road or we’d be running out of booze before we knew it.


Tim, Burns and I had decided to make the trip and leave jesse, lou and ramirez behind to run things while we were gone. the goons had been given the task of cleaning out the basement in prep of our new manufacturing facility. one of the things they needed to do was “enhance” our security and building access. if they accomplish what we asked, they’ll have a small garage we can dock at and unload the tanks and equipment when we return. we’ll cover it as a place to keep the truck and maybe another car.


they shouldn't have a problem getting building supplies, we could afford the amount of food they’d trade for the 2x4’s and plywood. we had enough drugs left to get siding and shingles and maybe even pour a cement footing. we’d be gone a few days i would think. not expecting to get lucky, the area around here is pretty well picked over by now and it wasn’t very populated to begin with. our best bet would be a small craft brewery, the smaller the better. they'd have the small equipment we’d need to get started. it’d be easier to move and get set up. we didn’t have a ton of space and don't’ really know what we’re doing yet. none of us are brewers. 

we parked the truck outside the building for the night. it should be safe, there's nothing in it yet.

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