Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man in a Zombie Apocalypse. Days 201-400

Day 202: Thursday 16th March 2017 22:49

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Day 202
Thursday 16th March 2017 22:49

I'm at Dumpville but it's not been the victory I expected it to be. We've been through huge stress and lots of danger to get here and whilst it's good to finally be here I'm more bothered about Mike and his behaviour and also about the person I've just seen outside who I never thought I'd see again.

The drama started when Mike and I got into an argument. He said we should stop sitting around, doing nothing and go outside and show the monsters whose boss. I said there was still far too many of them out there and that going outside was a stupid idea. "Are you calling me stupid again?" asked Mike. "No," I said with annoyance in my voice, "I'm saying your idea is stupid." "Well it's me that came up with the idea, so that must mean you're calling me stupid," said Mike. I rolled my eyes, impatiently. "Fine," I said, "You're stupid. Is that better? Is that what you want to hear? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid." Giving into my irritation and calling Mike stupid was a mistake. He gave a loud, aggressive roar, launched himself at me and pinned me up against the wall by my neck. "I'm not stupid!" Mike shouted, a centimetre away from my face, "DON'T CALL ME STUPID!"

Instead of being my usual wimpy self, I used both of my hands to aggressively push Mike off. "Stop it!" I assertively shouted. Mike took a step back and appeared clearly surprised. I was rather surprised myself at my spontaneous and confident reaction, and I felt quite pleased with myself. "I've had it up to here with you," I loudly said, raising my hand to the top of my head, "It's like looking after a child." "We look after each other," said Mike, "That's how it works. I love looking after you." "Well I don't love looking after you!" I shouted. Mike looked shocked. His bottom lip started to quiver and a tear ran down his face. "Mike, we can't carry on like this." "Like what?" he asked. "This!" I loudly said, "Cuddling me and telling me you love me one minute, then grabbing hold of my neck and pinning me against the wall, the next. It has to stop, It just has to stop."

All of a sudden Mike leapt into action. He ran out of the living room and exited the flat. "What are you doing now?" I said. Feeling tired and annoyed I followed Mike as he made his way back up to the small room where Millie, Benjamin and Tina were.

As I entered the room I saw Mike go over to a built in cupboard. He opened the door to reveal a very large gas canister. I suddenly felt really worried. "Hang on," I said, "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting are you?" "This is our ticket out of here," said Mike, "I know it's a bit dangerous but..." I interrupted Mike, "A bit dangerous!" I explained, "It's suicide." Mike was proposing that we throw the canister outside into the crowds of inflected. He said that that if we shot it, it would explode, knocking down the inflected, giving us chance to get across the road. "Mike, look at the size of that thing," I said, pointing at the massive gas canister, "It's huge." "Exactly," said Mike, "It'll blow plenty of those infected scum bags away." "It'll probably blow us away too," I said. "No," said Mike, getting excited, "I've thought about this. We can go downstairs, weaken the barricade, come back up here, throw the canister out of the window from here, shoot it and then leg it down stairs and run across the road whilst the infected are on the floor. We'll be up when the thing goes bang, so we'll be safe." Mike was very enthusiastic about his idea but I wasn't sure. "The explosion won't reach inside the pier," I said, "There will still be a load of infected in there." "Then we can swim to the yacht," said Mike, "It's not far and I'm not a bad swimmer." Mike dragged the canister out of the cupboard. I told Mike I didn't want him to do this and I made it clear I didn't think it was a good idea. "Well it's happening," said Mike with a tone of confidence in his voice, "You've taken the lead before and now it's my turn. You go get our stuff and radio the others on the yacht. I'll weaken the barricade."