Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 957 - 1157

Entry 1019: Friday 12th July 2019

Entry 1019
Friday 12th July 2019

It's all kicked off! We're all underground in the emergency bunkers with no idea of what's happening up top!

It all started about 4am when I was suddenly and rudely awoken by the sound of an explosion emanating from the other side of the island. Mike and I simultaneously gasped and quickly sat bolt upright in bed. "What the Hell was that?" I gasped. "It sounded like something exploding," said Mike. With anxiety plastered across our faces, Mike and I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. Wearing only our nightwear; me in my t-shirt and boxers, and Mike in his joggers and vest, the two of us ran to the front door, opened it and stood outside. The street was full of people who were also stood on their doorsteps, scanning the area, as they had obviously also heard the huge bang. "God, why do people do that?" I said, "They hear a loud noise, and they all stand on their doorsteps looking to the sky as if they expect to see aliens landing or something." "Oh God," gasped Mike, "You don't think it's aliens, do you?" "Of course, I don't think it's bl**dy aliens," I said. There was a bit of commotion coming from the far end of the street. Mike and I walked to the front gate and looked towards the commotion. A huge plume of thick black smoke was seen bellowing in the distance. Trudy and TJ suddenly appeared. "What the f*ck's going on?" snapped Trudy. We all looked down the street in the direction of the smoke. "Jesus," said TJ, "Do you think we're under attack or something?" "Attack?" said Mike, "So, it could be aliens?" "Will you two shut up?" I snapped, "It's not aliens and it's not an attack. It's probably just some sort of accident. Maybe there's been a fire at one of the factories or something." "A fire?" said Trudy, "With the sound of that explosion? It's more than a bl**dy fire." "Well, whatever it is, I don't think we need to worry," I said, "It looks about ten miles away." At that moment the siren suddenly sounded and started emanating from the public address system and loudly echoing across the island. "You were saying?" Trudy bluntly said to me.  Blade's voice then appeared over the island's tannoy system. "Attention please," said Blade with a tone of seriousness in his voice, "Attention. This is Commander Jon Blade, head of safety and security at The Global Response for International Disaster. I am initiating code red. I repeat, I am initiating code red. All civilians must immediately evacuate to the nearest underground emergency bunker. I repeat, all civilians must immediately evacuate to the nearest underground emergency bunker." Blade's voice disappeared and the siren continued to sound off. "What the f*ck's going on?" said TJ. "I don't know," said Trudy, "But if we have to go underground into those sh*thole bunkers I'm taking some magazines and some games." "Didn't you hear what Blade said?" I snapped, "He said immediately." "Well, you can go to the bunkers in your pants and t-shirt with nothing on your feet if you want," snapped Trudy, "But I'm going to get what matters; something to deal with the inevitable boredom." "And your son, perhaps?" I said. "Obviously, d*ckhead," snapped Trudy. TJ and Trudy ran back into the house. "What do you think's happened?" asked Mike. "I don't know," I said, "But if he wants us to get into the bunkers, it must be serious." "Do you think something's exploded in one of the walled areas or outside of the walled areas?" asked Mike. "I don't know," I said, "But if we have to get underground it must mean there's a chance of some sort of infected outbreak." "Well I know he said he wanted us to go immediately, but I'm grabbing some clothes quickly," said Mike. "OK," I said, "Come on, but we need to be quick. God, I hope Nikki and Leo are OK."

Mike and I ran back into the house, we quickly put on some more clothes, grabbed a few things and then along with TJ, Trudy and Primark we quickly exited the house and walked out into the street where other people were making their way to the nearest entrance to our nearest bunker. Trudy had a small suitcase on wheels and a big bag over her shoulder. "What the f*ck are you doing?" I snapped, "We're being evacuated to an underground bunker, not sent on holiday to Spain for a week." "Look Elizabeth," snapped Trudy, "You might be happy being sent to live in an underground sh*thole with a load of inbreds with nothing but a pair of jeans and a spare t-shirt, but I need clothes, toiletries and stuff to read." "Jesus," I said, rolling my eyes. "Come on, let's just go," said TJ.