We move back towards our 'little bunker'. Even here, on our safe haven island, there are still zombies. Hoffnug island , 'hope' in the Germanic languages. It's early evening now, but the zombies are still around as we move back to our little base. Where do they all come from? Always, I have more questions, and am concerned for the sanity of myself and the other team members. Examining my left arm, it looks better. Frank takes another dose of antibiotics, well we all know you have to take them for a few days to stave off infection. Dave changes his bandages as I keep watch. We hold another 'staff meeting'. Although food shouldn't be an issue (the snares have given us all fresh meat, and the indoor grow-pots are doing well), we have a problem with powering everything. We have to make some serious choices here. The main generator is down to half a tank now. We used the heavy oil to keep the ferry running. It doesn't look like any outside help is coming soon. What can we do without?