Entry 25: Vergil

Damn fucking town is overrun with zombies, but we need that plowhead.  Shit.  Thankfully the visible zombies here seem to be in piss-poor shape, shambling slowly.  Definitely not fresh ones on the streets anyway.  Going to have to start scouting the city silently and see what we can do to get the bus in and fitted.  The damn thing is going to way at least a couple hundred pounds and there's no way I'm going to try carrying one of them however far we have to go to get it back out to install.  I don't like this one bit, but we need the bus plowing as well, otherwise we might end up having to wait out the winter.  And I think there will be even more risk getting food later than if we grab the plowhead and whatever else we can and then keep moving.