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

Entry 1121: Tuesday 22nd October 2019

Entry 1121
Tuesday 22nd October 2019

It's been a busy day.

I went back to work at The Hive, and it was not enjoyable. I had to get up at stupid o clock to get the first bus from Cowes to Newport, where I met Gary who gave me a lift from Newport to The Hive. It was nice to have a catch up with Gary, but that nice feeling ended as soon as I arrived at The Hive. I walked through the main entrance and into the court yard where I immediately noticed a lot of the GRID soldiers giving me dirty looks. I don't know what their f*cking problem with me is. It's not like I wanted to come back. It's a horrible building, I hate the job, I can't stand Natasha and I hate getting up so early. Gary noticed the soldiers giving me dirty looks too. "Welcome back eh, Chuckles?" said Gary, as he walked over to the monitoring station. As Gary entered the monitoring station, Natasha exited. She looked very tired. Rather than wait for her to walk over to me I walked over to her and decided to get, what I thought would be the expected confrontation out of the way. "Natasha," I said, "I just wanted to say, that..." "Luke," said a firm Natasha, as she turned around and gave me a serious look, showing me just how tired she actually was, "Whatever you've got to say, can you please just save it. I really don't need your drams right now." "What's up with you?" I asked. "What do you mean, what's up with me?" exclaimed Natasha, "Isn't it obvious? We were all holed up underground whilst 98 people were killed. They weren't quarantined Luke, they were killed. They could have all been brought here where they were cared for." "Oh, for God's sake!" I angrily snapped, "You need to knock it off with all this sh*t. The infected that are behind those walls aren't being cared for. This isn't care. They're just there, walking around like brain dead morons. It would be better to kill them all." "That would be cruel," said Natasha. "It would be kind!" I exclaimed, "Put the poor b*stards out of their misery. Oh, and if you really think that those people who were trapped inside GRID HQ had any chance of quarantining the infected, you're off your head. The only options those poor people had was to kill, run or hide." "You're wrong," said Natasha. "No, you're wrong," I said, "And you're delusional. Remember when you gave that big speech at Seaclose Park and you came face to face with an infected. You were scared." "Of course, I was scared," said Natasha, "I thought I was going to get killed." "Exactly!" I loudly said. "But I didn't try to kill that infected person," said Natasha. "But you would have done if you'd have had a knife on you," I said. "No," said a firm Natasha, "I would have done all I could to quarantine the infected." "Then why didn't you do that when you were on the stage at Seaclose Park?" I asked. "Because I was taken by surprise," said Natasha. "Of course, you bl**dy were!" I loudly exclaimed, "That's what the infected do, they take you by surprise! They don't come up to you and say 'right then, I'm going to count to five and then I'm going to go for you'...God! Do you know what there's no point in talking to you! I'm just going to get on with my job. Maybe we should stay out of each other's way." "Yes, maybe we should," snapped Natasha, "I'm still coming to terms with the fact that Blade was a liar. I don't need the stress of another man to get my head around." Natasha walked off leaving me thinking what an utter tw*t she was."

I was coming towards the end of my shift at The Hive and was stood outside the monitoring station with Gary putting my coat on, when I heard some muffled commotion coming from outside the entrance to The Hive. "What's all that noise?" Gary asked. "God knows," I said, sounding disinterested, "After sweeping the walkways and wiping tables I just want to go home without any drama." Gary and I walked across the forecourt, opened the large heavy doors to The Hive, exited the facility and walked out into the street outside. I surprised at what I saw. Tinsley and handful of armed GRID soldiers were stood in the middle of the wide-open area outside the entrance to The Hive with three infected who were each tied to a lamppost. Natasha was there and it looked like she was having a go at Tinsley. "What the Hell is going on?" I gasped, looking at Gary. "Don't get involved," Gary said in a serious tone. "What do you mean?" I gasped, "There are infected over there." "Seriously Chuckles," said Gary, "Don't get involved." I noticed the tense yet awkward look on Gary's face. "Did you know about this?" I asked. "Let's just go," said Gary. "No," I firmly said, "We can't just walk away when there's infected out here." Ignoring Gary, I walked over to the developing scene in front of me and when I arrived, I saw that each infected person was chained to a lamppost. One of the infected was a large overweight man with a bushy beard with an age-old bite in the right side of his face. The second was skinny man with shards of glass deeply embedded into his forehead with a thick chunk of skin hanging off the left side of his face revealing a deep wound with damaged bits of muscle. The third was a stocky man who's entire righthand side of his body was a horrible mess of burned skin, fire damaged flesh and charred limbs. He must have been involved in the Ryde incident. All three of them had very pale but leathery skin with pulsating purple veins and protruding bones and visible bits of skull. They were growling visibly and trying to wriggle free from their chains. "Is everything OK?" I tentatively asked, noticing the angry look on Tinsley's face. "F*ck off, Warm," Tinsley angrily said. "Luke, just go away," said Natasha. Gary appeared. "Come on Chuckles," he said, "This has nothing to do with us." "Well said soldier," said Tinsley, "Go on, Warm. Get the f*ck out of here." "Don't you want people to know what you're doing?" Natasha snapped at Tinsley. "What I'm doing?" said Tinsley as he took an intimidating step closer to Natasha, "What I'm doing is what the f*ck I want. I don't answer to you." "Why do you have to kill them?" asked Natasha, "Why can't you just leave them alone?" "They're already dead you dumb f*cking b*tch," snapped Tinsley, "Have you got sh*t for brains or something. Your QCUC proposal sh*t has gone down the pan! I made sure of that. We can kill infected now, and don't think that Blade is going to come back and support your f*cked up proposals because even if he does come back, I'm going to deal with him. Your dumb ass proposals are history." "Sorry, but what's going on?" I asked. "He's taken these infected residents out of The Hive and he's going to use them for target practice," said an angry and upset Natasha. "That's right," said Tinsley, "Now the only person around here who has a problem with that missy, is you. Unless anyone else has a problem?" Tinsley looked at me, Gary and the other soldiers and waited for our response. The soldiers with Tinsley were all geared up for shooting the infected. Gary and I just shook our heads. We didn't want any trouble. "Right then," said Tinsley, "Let's make a start with our target practice." "No," snapped Natasha, "I'm not going to let you shoot and kill these poorly people and treat them like objects." Tinsley laughed, looked up and then took another intimidatingly close step to Natasha. "Now listen to me you f*cked up little b*tch... I don't want to shoot you, but if you stand between these dead heads and my bullet that's your choice. Don't think for a second that I'm going to let you get in the way of my target practice. Stay and watch, stay and die, or leave. Your choice woman. Make it." Natasha looked very angry and visibly upset. It looked like she was about to cry. She stormed off and ran back inside The Hive. "Right then," said Tinsley, preparing his gun, "Let's get the f*ck on with this." Tinsley looked at Gary and I. "You two want to watch too?" he asked. "I've got to get back to Leo," I said. Tinsley nodded, and Gary and I left and walked towards his car as we heard Tinsley and the soldiers shooting at three infected. I was thinking about telling Tinsley that his recent announcement caused Auntie Meryl to feel guilty about accidentally blowing up Rude, but as he was getting ready to shoot at some infected, I thought I'd better keep my mouth shut. I'm not sure if telling him would have achieved anything useful anyway.