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

Day 235: Tuesday 18th April 2017 23:40

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Day 235
Tuesday 18th April 2017 23:40

It's been a rather quiet and melancholy kind of a day.

Lots of us attended the joint funeral service for the six people who lost their lives the other day. I was stood with TJ and Naomi and when the vicar read out the names of everyone who died, it turned out that the man with the gory bite mark on his neck who DeShawn killed was called Dillon Dough. TJ gave a short but loud giggle. Everyone threw him an unimpressed glance. "What are you laughing for you d*ckhead?" I quietly said under my breath, "It's a funeral for God's sake." "Dillon Dough," said TJ, giggled under his breath, trying to control his laughter, "Don't you get it? Dillon Dough. Dill Dough. Dildo. His name's dildo. F*cking dildo. That's hilarious." "Will you shut up," Naomi quietly said to TJ, snapping at him through gritted teeth. I noticed that some of the people at the funeral were giving me, Naomi and DeShawn unimpressed looks. It was like the other day when people on Main Street were looking at us like they were scared and wary of us. I didn't like this. These people really don't understand how dangerous the infected are and I think it's about time they had a wake-up call. Troy sobbed throughout the whole service. I'm a bit sad that Benjamin and Tina are dead but I couldn't get upset like he could. Mia was comforting him and I noticed he wasn't giving me any angry stares like some of the others were. Naomi must have had a good chat with him and made him see that we had no choice but to kill Benjamin.

Just as the funeral was about to end, a woman, who I have never really noticed before started shouting and pointing at me, DeShawn and Naomi. "It's your fault!" she loudly snapped, "It's your fault this happened! They're dead because of you!" DeShawn, Naomi and I exchanged awkward looks. We didn't know what to say. This was a funeral so it didn't feel appropriate to get involved in a full on heated confrontation. As other people joined the woman and started having a go at the three of us, I started to feel a bit anxious and think that the three of us were going to get lynched. Surprisingly enough it was Dump who stepped up and defused the situation. "Now let's all calm down," he said, "This is a time for peace, not hate. We're all gathered here to remember these five people." "Six people," the vicar whispered to Dump. "Six people," said Dump, quickly correcting himself, "Our Doctor, my advisor Adrian, Benjamin, Tina, Declan. . ." "Dillon," the vicar quietly said in Dump's ear. "Dillon!" Dump loudly said, "That's it, Dillon and then of course there was . . ." There was a slight pause. Dump obviously didn't have a f*cking clue what or who he was talking about. "Anyway," said Dump, addressing the congregation, "What matters now is that we all pull together. While we come together to mourn our losses we should also come together to celebrate and be proud of our successes; what we have achieved here. When we work together, we are a strong community that can deal with anything that is thrown at us." What a load of b*llocks, I thought to myself. "I know some of you are angry," said Dump, "But this is not the time to be angry. This is a time for peace, a time to remember and a time for love and togetherness. While we are grieving and trying to come to terms with what happened, I beg you, please don't let six tragic deaths break this strong community." While I know Dump can be a pr*ck, his words settled everyone down. People are not happy with him but people are not happy with me, Naomi and DeShawn either.

The new rule about checking in by 9am and 9pm came into force today. People have been complaining about it but everyone seems to be getting on with it. I guess it shows that people would rather complain about having a sh*t leader than having no leader at all.

Most of the sergeants have been out on a run today. I've noticed that there's a lot more runs going on compared to when we first arrived. I think it might have something to do with Dump believing Mike might still be alive out there. I reckon he's sending the sergeants out more often to try and find Mike.

In the afternoon I was walking down Main Street when I bumped into Dump and Destiny. Dump smiled at me and beckoned me over. "Well after the sad events of this morning it's great to see that the sun is shining," said Dump with a grin on his face, "I guess our Lord must be looking down fondly at us today. Are you having a pleasant afternoon, Luke?" I was suspicious of Dump's comments and I found them rather odd. Yesterday he was shouting at me and threatening us and now he was all charm and smiles. Dump obviously wanted to keep up appearances and I don't doubt that he doesn't want anyone knowing about this threatening behaviour in his office yesterday. I told Dump I was fine as he continued staring at me with that big fake smile, showing me his stupidly white teeth. I told Dump I was OK and with a patronising smile he reminded that I had something to say to Destiny. I looked at the dumb blonde who was stood in front of me with her arms crossed and looking like a stroppy teenager. This was my cue to do as Dump instructed me yesterday and apologise to Destiny. "Destiny," I said, "I'd like to apologise for what happened the other day in Triton's at your birthday." I didn't mean a word of what I said. It was a load of lies to just keep the peace with Dump and Destiny. "Well I should think so too," said Destiny in a strop, "It was my birthday and you and Troy ruined it with your big gay snog. I mean I love the gays. I used to watch anything with Alan Carr in it." "Well I'm not actually gay," I said, "I'm straight. Troy's gay. He just dragged me on to the dance floor and snogged me." "Whatever," said Destiny, "Me and my mate Chaniecea-Marie always used to get off with each other after a few Sambuca's down at Jumpin Jaks, but we never ruined anyone's birthday party." "Well, like I said, I'm very sorry. It really was all Troy's fault," I said. "Well what about all that stuff that happened afterwards?" asked Destiny, "All that stabbing and killing and stuff. I mean it's bad enough it happened at all but on my birthday!" I had an overwhelming desire to smash Destiny's face against the curb. She was more bothered about her birthday being ruined than people becoming infected and losing their lives. Stupid, f*cking, dumb, clueless b*tch. Dump thanked me for apologising and said we can now put it all behind us and get back to enjoying living in the harmony that is Dumpville. What a c*ck!

I'm actually starting to feel a bit isolated. Mary's in a mood with me, after our one night stand Esther is avoiding me, and lots of people are still p*ssed off with me, Naomi and DeShawn for what we did the other day. I'm sick to death of all the weird stares, uncomfortable looks and disapproving glances we're getting off everyone. They really don't understand and their naivety is getting f*cking annoying. I think we need to come up with some sort of way to make people realise how dangerous the infected are and what the world is really like out there.