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

Entry 1131: Friday 1st November 2019

Entry 1131
Friday 1st November 2019

I'm currently sat on the top floor of an abandoned 'Mountain Warehouse' store overlooking a small seaside town. We really need to figure out how to get back to The Isle of Wight, and we need to make sure we stay out of the way of our captor, whose identity we discovered today.

Before Friday dawned on us, Endo, Naomi, and I were sat in the back of the shipping container wondering where we were. "We should try and get some sleep," I said. "Well, if you want to close your eyes, feel free," said Endo, "Personally I'm going to be keeping my eyes open." "We all need to get some sleep," said Naomi. We bickered a bit more, but after a while we all fell asleep.

When I woke up, I could see a small amount of light beaming through the crack at the bottom of the steel container doors. I woke up wrapped in the tarpaulin after having a very uncomfortable few hours' sleep. I looked down at Naomi who was still asleep. I stroked her hair and gave her a kiss. I looked up and saw that Endo was sat on one of the upturned plastic containers. "What are you doing!?" I gasped. "I'm just sitting here," said Harold. "Yeah, sitting looking at me and my girlfriend like some creepy perv," I snapped. "Oh, so she's your girlfriend, is she?" asked Harold, "I bet you couldn't believe your luck, could you? Men like you don't land a nice catch like Naomi, do you?" "We love each other," I bluntly said. "Fascinating," said Endo, "But I think there are more important things to be focusing on than your love life." "What time is it?" I asked. Endo looked at his watch. "It's 7am," said Endo. "7am!" I exclaimed, "That means we've been inside this thing for nearly twelve hours." "Well done," said a patronising Harold, "Your love life might be tragic, but your maths skills aren't too bad." Naomi then woke up. I gave her a kiss and asked her if she was OK. I told her how long we'd been inside the container, and she was just as surprised as I am.

Another 12 hours passed by, and I found myself pacing up and down the container trying to figure things out. "We have to do something," I said, "We just have to do something. It's 8pm! We've been inside this thing for a day!" "Well, I don't think pacing up and down is going to help," said Harold. "Yeah, but knocking you out might help," I snapped. "That won't help," said Harold, "I've told you. You need me." "We need you?" said Naomi, "What the Hell does that mean?" "Ignore him," I said, "It's just more of his mind games." At that moment the container shuddered slightly from aide to side. Naomi gasped, and I became extremely alert. "What's going on?" I gasped. "I think we're coming to a stop," said Harold. "A stop!?" gasped Naomi. "Yes dear," said a patronising Endo, "It's the opposite of start. Would you like me to write it down or draw you a picture?" "That means those doors could open any minute," said Naomi, ignoring Harold's passive aggressive comment, "We need to arm ourselves." "What with?" asked a blunt Harold, picking up the contents from the plastic boxes that we'd been sitting on, "An elastic band and an empty crisp packet? I'm sure that'll have you captors quaking in their boots." "Once those doors open, we need to be ready!" Naomi angry snapped at Endo. "I think we should just sit and at least try to maintain an ounce of dignity whilst we wait to find out who our captors are." "My God, you really are stupid," snapped Naomi, "Is that your plan? Just sit and wait?" "Do you have a better one?" Endo asked. "Yes," said Naomi, "We get ready to attack!" As quick as a flash the container doors were opened slightly, another cannister was thrown inside and the doors were then quickly slammed shut. "Oh sh*t," I said, looking at the cannister as knock out gas quickly started emanating from it and fill the container. "Or I guess we could just sit here and be rendered unconscious again," said Endo.

When I opened my eyes, I found I was on the dusty floor of a small storage room. I rubbed my eyes, blinked a few times, and tried to compose myself. I shook my head, and saw Naomi sat on the floor in front of me. She'd fully recovered from the effects of the knockout gas and was making sure I was OK. "Luke," she said with a sense of urgency in her voice, "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, rubbing my eyes, and standing to my feet, "What's going on? Where are we?" "Looks like we're underground ion some sort of storage room," said Harold, who was leaning up against the far wall. I fully composed myself and absorbed my new surroundings. A small room with a cement floor, concrete walls, no window and racking along one side containing tablets and other medicines and medical supplies. I noticed the door right in front of me. I took a deep breath, walked over to the door, and tried to handle. "It's locked," Harold bluntly said, "Whilst you were taking your time to regain consciousness Naomi and I didn't just stand here twiddling our thumbs." Ignoring Endo, I started looking around the room, gazing up and gazing down. "What time is it?" I asked. "It's just after 10am," said Endo. "OK," I said, pacing up and down and trying to take control, "Let's just take stock. "Look, if you're going to pace up and down and just state facts and tell us what we already know, don't bother," said Endo, as he threw me a bottle of water. "What's this?" I asked. "Hmmm," said a sarcastic Endo, "A plastic bottle with clear liquid in it. I'm going to say it's a Roast Dinner." "Shut up," I snapped, "I mean, where did this come from? Did you find it in here?" "No," said Endo, as I took the top off the bottle and started to drink the water, "I think our captors want to look after us." "I think he's right," said Naomi, handing me a brown paper bag, "I woke up and there was a bottle of water, and this placed right need to me, and a bag like this." I opened the bag and looked inside to see a tin of peaches and a plastic bag with some cooked pasta in it. I was starving so I wolfed down all the food within seconds. "So," I said, "Someone kidnapped us, stuck us in here and gave us some food and water." "There are also three of us in this room and we each have two arms and two legs," said Endo, "Perhaps you'd like to put your energy into pointing out something that is a little less obvious.... Oh, and you two haven't been kidnapped, I have. You're here by accident, but I think you should still be worried." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Think about it," Endo said, "We were knocked out again back there, and we were moved from the container into this room. Now whoever knocked me out back at the medical wing inside the prison was not expecting to see you two, so the question is, why have you been put in here with me? Why haven't you been put somewhere else? Why haven't you been released? I don't know what my kidnapper has in store for me but whatever they've got in store for me, perhaps they've got it in store for both of you too." "No," said Naomi, "That doesn't make sense. Like you said, we're here by accident. Whoever's responsible for this will figure it all out and let us go." "Then, why haven't they let you go so far?" asked Endo. "I don't know," said Naomi, "Maybe they're trying to figure things out." "What do they need to figure out?" asked Endo, "Whoever kidnapped me had no idea that you two were in the back of that container, so when they knocked us out with the gas, they will have seen you two and wondered what the Hell you were doing in the container. They didn't put you somewhere nice. They stuck you in here with me. Now what does that tell you?" "Ignore him," Naomi said, "He's just trying to scare us. Whoever had done all this wants HIM, not us." "But they've ended up with the three of us," said Endo, "They want me for something, but perhaps they don't want you to be witness to whatever they've got planned. Perhaps they'll just kill you. Perhaps they'll see you as being in the way and do away with you." "If they wanted to kill us, we'd be dead by now," I said. "Exactly," said Naomi, "They wouldn't feed us and then kill us." "It depends," said Endo, "If they want to ask you questions about why you were in the back of the container with me, they might know that they're more likely to get answers if they feed you first." I gave Naomi a look that suggested I was scared. I was scared. I hated to admit but Endo's words were scaring me. "Luke, don't let him get to you," said Naomi, "It's just more of his mind games." "Use your brain," said Endo, "The people who kidnapped me brought me here and went to great lengths to do so. Setting off the prison alarms, breaking me out and then transporting me from The Isle of Wight to an unknown location making use of knock out gas via a 24-hour journey. What do you think they're going to do with you two? Give you a lift back? Come on!" "OK, Endo," snapped Naomi, "Why are you telling us this? You don't do anything without a reason. Do you want us to be scared or something?" "Yes," said Endo, "If you're scared, you're more likely to take the action I want you to take." "The action YOU want us to take?" said Naomi, "And what action do you want us to take?" "I want you to help me break out of here," said Harold. "Why should we do ANYTHING to help you!?" exclaimed Naomi. "You'll be helping yourselves too," said Endo, "I'm sure you both want to get out of here just as much as I do. We don't know what our captors have got planned, but I doubt it's pleasant, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to hang around here and find out. If you help me break out of here, we can help each other. You two are more effective fighters than I, and your fighting skills will come in handy if we encounter infected out there. My intelligence is significantly superior to yours and I think you'll agree that this is also something that will come in useful when we're out there. It's certainly something your inferior IQs will benefit from." "If you keep making these b*tchy comments I'm going to slam my foot down on your head so hard there'll be nothing left but a lump of mush." "It's that sort of aggression that I think will keep me alive out there," said Harold. "Well, if you keep patronising me and Luke, it'll get you killed in here," said Naomi. "We need to start working as a team," said Harold, "Your fighting skills and my intelligence can get us out of here and you two back to the island." "Us two?" I said, "Not you?" "Luke," said Endo, "Do you really think I'm going to come back to that island? Back to that prison? I don't think so. If we work together, we can all get out of here, and if you help me, I'll help you two get back to the island to your kids and that bunch of misfits you call friends." "How can you expect us to trust you?" snapped Naomi. "Because you don't have a choice," said Endo. "Yeah, we do," said Naomi, "We could just wait here and see who turns up." "Seriously?" said Endo, "You want to sit in here and wait and find out who our captors are? You want to hope that they'll take me, not kill you two and give you a lift back? Fine. You do that. If you want to risk never seeing your children again. Go for it. Apart from giving us a bit of food and water the actions of these people are not those of a caring and supportive bunch, are they? You can sit here and live on hope, or you can act and take control. Your choice. Just remember, we have no idea who's brought us here."