Welcome to Fort Chronicle pt. One

It's been a few days; the farm did get overran, but we managed to get the livestock and everything we wanted. So we let the undead have the fucking farm with no casualties on our side since, frankly, it's suicide to try and fight hundreds upon hundreds of incoming walkers. Thus we are at the prison, planning out how to precisely capture the place given its size, the walker density, and hazards inside of it due to various factors. Thus we shall be going about this as four teams with Rick, Glenn, Hershel, T-dog, Daryl, and Merle be the entry clean-up team. Michonne, Lori, Maggie, Beth, Andrea, Jacqui, Jim, Jimmy, Patricia, and Morales are the removal and, frankly, redecorators. Sgt. Brandwell, Welles, Wilson, Bradly, Carmen, and Higson would bring the vehicles and supplies inside the prison.

While me Me, Carl, Cromwell, Bobby(He keeps correcting me that his name is Otis, but I like calling him Bobby), Dale, and Johnson would move around the fences checking them all and eventually take a look at the roof as well. As the rooftop seems viable, building a temporary farm for food to grow would need to be seriously cleaned and shit first. With everything decided, we all moved quickly and effectively, finishing our respective tasks before sundown, allowing everyone to get into the cleaned-out cell block of the prison and enjoy a nice meal after some hard work. While everyone at their food, I clapped once to get their attention; I said our end game plan for this place.

"Okay, everyone, I plan on turning this place into our home, so we don't have to move so much or worry about much. To do so, we'll probably need to remove the fencing entirely and rebuild it as it has some holes and the dead stuck in places along it. Once that is done, we could likely build some farms; we'll make temporary ones on the roof once we get it cleaned and cleared. Also, a vehicle shop for our vehicle's daily maintenance and upgrades would be built eventually. But for anything like the shop we'd need to clean out more sections of the prison. Doing so means we'd be stuck here for a while not really able to leave. Does anyone have any problems with that?"

No one spoke up, everyone was silently and silently lifted either their thumbs up or their glass in agreement with my suggestions. With that out of the way, I let everyone finish eating before one busy would greet us the next morning.