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

Day 240: Sunday 23rd April 2017 23:23

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Day 240
Sunday 23rd April 2017 23:23

The sergeants came back! Well, one of them did. Three sergeants went out on a run and only one came back and he came back injured.

I was walking to work, and after yesterday's shag-a-thon with Cruella, I was feeling like a stud. As I walked near the main entrance to Dumpville I heard loads of noise and noticed a lot of commotion. I joined the scene to find that one of the three sergeants, who left a few days ago to go on a run, had returned. He was covered in blood, sweating and had a broken ankle. I saw the blood, panicked and ran over. "Has he been bit?" I said with urgency in my voice, "Is there a bite mark on him? Check him for bites." One of the sergeants who didn't go out on a run turned round, pointed at me and aggressively told me to step back. I suppose I'm ever so slightly intimidated by these massive muscular army guys so I did as I was told and observed from a safe distance. As the uninjured sergeant and some of the soldiers checked the injured sergeant I noticed a woman in her thirties stood behind them. It looked like she'd arrived with the injured sergeant. She was grubby and covered in dirt. She was very tall, over six foot in height. She had a serious look on her face as she looked down at the injured man. As the uninjured sergeant and some of the soldiers continued to check the damaged army guy, they discovered a bite mark just above his broken ankle. There was a sobering silence as the military men stared at each other and exchanged deeply worried looks. "Ask him when he was bit," I called over to them. "Shut your mouth!" the uninjured soldier shouted at me. "He's going to turn," I said, "It could happen any second; you need to ask when he was bit." All of a sudden the mystery woman grabbed an army knife from one of the soldier's belts and quickly made an attempt at stabbing the injured sergeant in the head. However, before the blade came anywhere near to touching the wounded man's head, the uninjured and aggressive sergeant hit the woman in the head with the butt of his rifle and she fell to the floor unconscious. I was the only resident around who was seeing this. I felt that I needed to finish what this woman had attempted to start. I confidently walked back up to the soldiers and clearly told them they needed to kill him. "STEP BACK!" the aggressive sergeant  shouted. "Please!" yelled the injured man, "Please don't kill me!" "You've got to do it now!" I yelled, "He's turning already, you haven't got long." "I SAID STEP BACK!" the aggressive sergeant repeated. "You've got to kill him!" I screamed. WHACK! I was then hit on the head with the butt of a rifle and I fell to the floor unconscious.

When I woke up I was laid on a sofa in the makeshift infirmary having my head wound tended to by Mary. As one of the few first aiders here and in the absence of a Doctor, she's stepped up. My head's really throbbing. "Well that wasn't very clever was it?" said Mary with a disapproving tone as she dabbed cotton wool on my head. "My head is killing me," I complained. "Well I'm not surprised," said Mary, "Sergeant Reed gave you one heck of a whack with his rifle." "Bl**dy brain dead meat head," I said. "No," said Mary assertively, "You shouldn't have got involved. Why do you INSIST on interfering? You were going to kill his friend and colleague." "Of course I was," I said, "He was infected. Reed and the others were too busy mucking about." "Their friend and colleague had just been attacked and bit," said Mary, "They were in shock. They knew they had to kill him but it's not something they could do easily. They may be big strong men but realising you have to kill someone you're close to isn't easy. It's an emotional time." "There isn't time to get emotional," I said. "Yes there is," said Mary, "Of course there is. People don't turn as soon as they get bit. Some people have ten minutes, other people have twenty. That time could be used to say goodbye and make your peace with God rather than running around screaming and yelling 'Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!'" "You're too soft," I said. "And you're too hard," says Mary, "Have you forgotten how difficult it was for you to kill Robbie. That lovely little boy. You loved him. How would you have felt if someone had of told you there wasn't time to get emotional and that you had to just kill him." I went silent. I could see Mary's point but a lot has changed since Robbie died. "I've learned that the world we live in now means we have to think fast and make tough decisions quickly in order to stay alive," I said. "You've learned that," said Mary, "But people here haven't." "Well they need to," I said, "Otherwise they'll end up dead." I noticed that in the corner of the room the vicar was sat there clutching a bible in his hands. "What's he doing here?" I asked. "Well we thought for a moment back there that Reed might have whacked you a bit too hard and killed you," said Mary, "We thought Roger here could conduct last rites." "You what?! I yelled, quickly sitting up, "You can forget about that. You might believe in all the religious stuff but I don't and you know I don't." Roger stood up, apologised and said he didn't wish to cause any alarm. "No offence, Roger," I said, "It's just not for me. I'm not really into Adam and Eve. I'm more Adam and the Ants." I suddenly realised that the woman who arrived with the injured sergeant wasn't with us. "Where's the other woman?" I asked, "She was there with all the soldiers. They knocked her out first. Have you seen her?" "No I haven't," said Mary, "But it sounds like she tried to cause just as much trouble as you did." "Where is she?" I asked. "She's fine," said Mary, "I think the sergeants are with her now," said Mary. At that moment the door to the room opened and everyone walked in; Naomi, Mia, TJ, DeShawn, Lindon, Troy, Trudy and Esther. "Oh he's alive!" Mia yelled. She ran up to me and gave me a huge hug. "What's going on?" I asked, "What are you all doing in here?" "We thought you were dead," said Mia, "Mary said one of the sergeants had used their rifle on you." "Oh you silly girl," said Mary, "I didn't say they'd killed him." Everyone gave a sigh of relief. "You thought I was dead?" I asked. "Yeah," said Naomi, "We all ran here as soon as we heard." "Hang on," I said, "If you all thought I was dead, where's my Auntie Meryl?" "Well," said Naomi, "We told her we thought you were dead but she said she was focusing on twelve down and that coming to see your dead body was pointless because if you were dead you're not exactly going anywhere and that if she ran here there would be more chance of her breaking her hip. I think she got a bit confused." "Well that's f*cking charming," I said. "What's Mr. God doing here?" TJ asked looking at the vicar. "Don't ask," I said, "Anyway, as you can see, I'm not dead." "Are you sure you're not too badly injured?" asked Naomi. "Well if he is, there's only so much I can do," said Mary, "This is a makeshift infirmary not a hospice." "What's a hospice?" asked Mia. "About a gallon and half," giggled TJ. "Eh?" said Mia, "I thought it was a place." "Oh just shut up," said Naomi, "As long as Luke's OK that's the main thing."