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

Entry 1052: Wednesday 14th August 2019

Entry 1052
Wednesday 14th August 2019

What a day. If I was uncertain before about Tinsley being a nutter (which I wasn't), I am now totally convinced just how unhinged he really is, especially after what I've seen today.

I was at work once again sweeping the walkways of The Hive that surrounded and looked down on the containment that was crammed full of infected when Gary appeared. I propped my brush against the banisters and had a two-minute breather whilst I had a chat with Gary. Halfway through our conversation, Gary and I heard a bit of commotion emanating from the other side of The Hive where the small holding area was. "What's going on over there?" asked a curious Gary. All of a sudden Tinsley appeared up on the walkway just above the holding area. He had two big GRID soldiers with him, one who was holding a man in his early forties with dark hair, and the other who was holding another man who was also in his early forties but had dark black glasses. They both looked rather scared and angry. Tinsley also had some sort of contraption draped across his torso which was wired to a microphone that he was holding in his hand. Tinsley pressed a few buttons on the contraption, positioned the microphone up to his mouth and started to speak. As soon as his voice emanated from the device, it started echoing all across the island. The device around his neck was somehow clearly hooked up to the island's public address system. "Boys and girls of the Isle of Wight," said Tinsley, speaking into the microphone with a crazed yet smug look on his face, "I bring you good news. I told you I would catch the scum that stole two cows from the livestock supply, and catching the scum is exactly what I've done. I am talking to you from The Hive with Mr David Jones and Mr Gary Smallwood, our infamous cow thieves. Now, I have been wondering what to do with these two filthy pieces of scum. We have a prison, I could throw them in there? We don't have a justice system and frankly I don't have the time to make sure these F*CKERS get a fair trial. Were they fair when they stole the cows? When they stole the food RIGHT OUT OF OUR F*CKING MOUTHS!? NOOO!!" Natasha appeared up on the walkway next to me and Gary. "What's going on?" she asked. "He's seriously losing the plot," I said. "I don't think he ever had the plot," said Natasha. "They're the people who stole the cows," said Gary, "Apparently." "Well, why has he brought them here?" asked Natasha. "I don't know," said Gary, "But I've got a bad feeling about this." "I'm in charge of this island now," said Tinsley, as he continued speaking into the microphone and addressing the island, "And I said that things were going to be different and I meant it. I'm not going to put these thieving scumbags in prison. I'm not going to give them a f*cking trial. I'm going to execute them." Natasha, Gary and I exchanged concerned looks. "Now, I don't want to waste any bullets on these two pieces of sh*t," continued Tinsley, "I want to save our ammo. So, I thought, how can I execute these scummy pieces of trash without using bullets or other valuable resources, and you know what; that's when it came to me. The answer was staring at me right in the face. We already have the PERFECT resource. The Hive! A facility full of infected just waiting there for human flesh." "No," Natasha said to Gary and I, "He's not serious, is he?" A few other soldiers gathered along the walkways. "I think he is serious," I said, "He's going to throw them both into the containment area." "From now on," continued Tinsley, "Anyone who steals, causes trouble, breaks my rules or p*sses me off to a level that I personally consider to be VERY unacceptable, they won't be thrown into the prison, they'll be brought here, to The Hive and thrown into the containment area. From this day forward The Hive will be used to punish criminals by killing them and turning them into the undead rotters. Today, the island will listen to the deaths of these two men and hopefully be prompted to think twice before crossing me and breaking my rules. Time for the dead men walking to say their last goodbyes. Let's hear from Mr Gary Smallwood." Tinsley approached the man with the dark glasses and held the microphone up to his mouth. "Please," said Gary, trembling and sounding terrified, "I'm really sorry. I'm not a thief. I was just scared. Christ, I'm just a normal guy from Belfast that moved here with his wife and three kids. I'm just a geeky tech nerd, a book fan, a movie fan, a former club DJ, please don't do this. You don't have to kill me. I'm really sorry. I..." Gary Smallwood was just starting a new sentence when suddenly Tinsley grabbed hold of him, picked him up off the ground, and threw him down into the containment area. Gary Smallwood flew through the air, hit the ground of the containment area with a thud and then cried out in agony as he clutched the lower half of his right leg. He must have broken a bone. Smallwood desperately started crawling away from the infected masses who had seen him hit the ground, and who were now aggressively running towards him screeching and growling. Smallwood's attempts to escape the infected were futile. He was trapped in the containment area; he had a broken leg and thousands of infected were now running towards him. It was painful watching Smallwood desperately trying to avoid the infected, but thankfully our pain and Smallwood's suffering didn't last too long. The infected hoards lunged at him and sunk their teeth into various parts of his body. Smallwood cried out in agonising pain as an infected woman bit a huge chunk out of the left side of Smallwood's face, tearing muscles and ripping flesh as she did so. An infected teenage boy viciously bit off two of Smallwood's fingers as an infected man bit a chunk out of the left side of Smallwood's torso. Blood was spurting everywhere as Smallwood became overwhelmed with infected, but after less than sixty seconds Smallwood's cries of pain stopped. The infected masses dispersed to reveal an infected Gary Smallwood now standing to his feet. With a mistletoe berry white completion, constricted pupils and pulsating purple veins he was now one of the undead. The really awful thing was that as Smallwood was crying out in agonising pain, Tinsley was holding the microphone down towards the containment area, so the islanders who were listening to the broadcast could hear Smallwood's final screams before his death and transformation into an infected. "This is barbaric," Natasha quietly said, sounding horrified, "It's just barbaric. He needs to be stopped." Natasha was about to make her way over to Tinsley, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her. "No," I said, "I know you're angry, but think about it. He might do the same to you. Just stay here." "Well f*ck me!" Tinsley loudly said as he spoke into the microphone, addressing the island, "We didn't need the f*cker's life story, did we?" Tinsley turned to David Jones and gave him a sinister smile. David did not look happy. In fact, he looked furious. "Now it's your turn," said Tinsley, "Got any last words? By the way, we don't want your life story." Tinsley held the microphone up to David's face. "F*ck you," David angrily said to Tinsley, "You know I've always hated people, and seeing what a pr*ck you are, just shows that I'm right to hate people. F*ck you, you total tosser." Whack! David Jones suddenly head-butted Tinsley causing him to stumble, fall to the floor and eventually return to his feet with a nosebleed. Tinsley dabbed the blood off his face, looked at the blood on his fingers and then slowly looked up at David, giving him a furious and crazed look. A tense silence followed but this didn't last for long. "AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" Tinsley furiously yelled. He then grabbed hold of David, picked him up as if he was a sack of potatoes and threw him down into the containment area. David hit the ground with a thud, and the infected were on him in seconds. Whilst this meant we didn't see the infected ripping David to bits, we certainly heard what they were doing to him. The sound of David's skin being torn, bones being broken, and flesh being ripped were just as bad as the sound of his ear piercingly painful cries. All I managed to see was a swarm of infected all piled-on top of each other, desperately fighting to get a bit of David, but in the middle of the infected hoards, David's arm rose up and he raised his middle finger towards Tinsley. This final defiant gesture ended in a rather bittersweet way as it transpired that the lower part of David's arm had been viciously removed from the upper arm and it then proceeded to be grabbed and gorged upon by an infected man. As with Gary Smallwood, David Jones emerged changed after less than a minute and arose with a ghost like complexion, constricted pupils and a vicious look on his face that told us all he was hungry for human flesh. Tinsley then returned to the microphone. "LET THIS BE A F*CKING LESSON TO YOU ALL!" shouted Tinsley, "NO ONE F*CKS WTH ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT" Tinsley then turned off the contraption and stormed off. "He's a monster," said Nikki, "An absolute monster." Again, Nikki was about to storm across the walkway and have a go at Tinsley, but I grabbed her arm and told her not to. "No," I said, "Now isn't the right time. He's just been head-butted in the face. If you really need to say something to him, wait until he's calmed down." Nikki reluctantly took my advice and then she walked off. I really think something needs to be done. Tinsley can't go around acting like this. We're supposed to be working towards a diplomatic civilised society. This seems like a barbaric dictatorship. Someone needs to stand up to Tinsley and stop him but who's brave enough? Certainly not me.

When I got home Nikki and I talked at length about David Jones and Gary Smallwood being killed, and about what a psycho Tinsley was. Nikki told me to stay out of his way and not to get involved in whatever Natasha was planning. I hope Natasha isn't planning anything.

I'll catch up with Mum, Mike and Sci-Fi Cyn tomorrow in Cowes. I think after Tinsley's actions today we will have a lot to talk about. I hope they've taken some time to have a good think about me coming to Cowes with Nikki, so we can see Leo. I've spoken to Nikki, and I'm pleasantly surprised with her response. If Cyn, Mike and Mum are open to being civil, she said that SHE will also be civil. It looks like things are looking good and that Nikki's counselling might really be working.

Bedtime soon. I hope I don't have any nightmares. I don't know what terrified me more; seeing and hearing those poor guys get killed by the infected, or Tinsley standing by and laughing like a villainous lunatic. I can't believe he used to be married to Nikki.