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

Day 241: Monday 24th April 2017 22:44

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Day 241
Monday 24th April 2017 22:44

Well I managed to speak to the newly arrived Debra today. It was a bit of an intense conversation and although I didn't get lots of specific information or find out who Debra wanted to avoid, I did find out WHY she wanted to avoid the person. TOTAL SHOCK!

In the morning, Dump made his usual public address via the Tannoy system. "Today is a very sad day," he said, "Some days ago, three of my sergeants left Dumpville in search of essential supplies, as they usually do. Yesterday only one of them returned. Sergeant Brownlow and Tanner were cornered by a large group of infected and sadly lost their lives. Sergeant Tennison returned with a broken ankle and a bite on his leg. He became infected and Sergeant Reed made the brave but difficult decision to end sergeant Tennison's life. I'd like to take this opportunity to remind you that this is a time for all of us to come together as a community and support each other. While these recent events will surely fill our hearts with sorrow, they also prove that even though we have suffered losses, Dumpville is a safe and secure place and the remaining military personnel are more than capable of keeping us safe. Their quick thinking and efficient actions yesterday should be commended. Rest assured, you are all safe in Dumpville." As I listened to Dump spouting all this b*llocks, I felt annoyed. He was clearly using yesterday's tragic event to convince people that they're safe here and better off being within the walls than being outside them. "There is no need for residents to arm themselves with knives or worry about defending themselves because there is simply nothing to defend yourselves against and if such a situation occurs where residents need to defend themselves, our loyal and hardworking army will keep us safe. They have certainly proved they are capable of that." God he's a w*nker, I thought to myself. His comment about the knives was an obvious dig at me, DeShawn and Naomi.

We all attended Tennison's funeral. I suppose I should feel sad but I never really knew the guy so I couldn't get upset. The vicar also mentioned the other two sergeants that were killed outside the walls by the infected. Sergeant Reed looked really angry. I tried to avoid eye contact with him. He's a proper scary bloke. He could snap me in half with his little finger. He's really cut up about Tennison and the others being killed but instead of crying he's been a stereotypical bloke, just standing there in silence, looking angry.

I spoke to some of the other residents after the funeral. They were all saying how great the soldiers have been and how commendable it was that they killed one of their colleagues to keep us all safe. Now they're all of the opinion that we're a lot safer in here than we are out there. Dump has certainly used the recent situation with Tennison's and the other sergeants'  deaths to his advantage. Through his public announcement this morning and after some sh*tty speech he gave at the funeral, he's convinced everyone that Dumpville is the safest place in the country. The other day everyone was throwing knives around and learning how to defend themselves and now they think they're in an impenetrable sanctuary. Idiots. I give up. It looks like we've just got to make the best of this place. I still think something's not quite right around here and I think Dump is definitely hiding something.

I was stood with Naomi and DeShawn talking about the comments everyone had made after the funeral. "It's Dump," said DeShawn, "He's a clever man. He knows how to play them." "Well maybe we should start thinking of ourselves and our loved ones," I said. "Good idea," said Naomi, "Just to be safe I think we should have a knife or some other sort of weapon on us at all times." "I'll tell Auntie Meryl to take a knife with her too," I said. "What about the others?" asked DeShawn, "Shall we tell them to do the same?" "I don't think we should tell Esther or Mary," said Naomi, "They'll run straight to Dump. I'm surprised they haven't said anything about Mike being sent away." "They might be many things," I said, "But I don't think they'd do anything to get us chucked out of here." "I'm starting to think that being chucked out of here might not be such a bad thing," said Naomi, "If I didn't have Amelia, things would be very different." Mary came up to the three of us and asked what we were talking about. "Just stuff," I said. "As long as you're not plotting anything," said Mary, "I always get nervous when you three get together and start whispering." "We're not whispering, we're just talking," said DeShawn. "Well let's just start a fresh," said Mary, "Let sleeping dogs lie. Sergeant Reed and his men did something yesterday that shows they will do whatever it takes to keep us safe. We're safe. It's not easy for the infected to get in here." "OK," I said, "It might not be easy for the infected to get in here but how easy is it for us to get out?" "Why would you want to get out?" asked Mary. "Maybe I'd just like the choice," I said. "You have the choice," said Mary, "You can ask Mr. Dump to leave whenever you want, but if I were you I'd stay put. I'd rather be in here than out there."

Later in the day I finally caught up with the new arrival, Debra. She was sharp with me. She was walking down Main Street so I ran up to her. "Hi, Debra," I said, with a big welcoming smile on my face, "I haven't had a chance to catch up with you. How are you settling in?" Debra gave me one word answers, didn't look at me and continued quickly walking. I quickly followed her and tried to make small talk but it was obvious she didn't want to talk to me. "You're really, really tall," I said, "Have you always been that tall?" What a stupid question to ask. After further futile attempts at engaging in conversation, I jumped in front of her and just came out with it. "Look," I said, "I can tell you're in a rush and that you don't really want to talk to me so I've just got one thing I want to ask you." What?" Debra harshly asked. "Who were you talking to yesterday?" I asked, "Someone's obviously p*ssed you off. I just want to know who." There was a short silence and Debra looked contemplative. "All those people in that room, yesterday," she said, "They all your friends?" "Well most of them are," I said. "Well maybe you should think of getting some new friends," said Debra. "Well hang on," I said, "You were p*ssed off with ONE person in that room weren't you, not everyone?" "Like attracts like," said Debra, "If you can be friends with an evil monster like that, in my book that makes you an evil monster." "An evil monster?" I said, "That's a bit strong isn't it?" "No," said Debra, "It's pretty accurate. Is this conversation over now?" "No it's not," I said, "Who are you talking about?" "Look, I don't know who you are," snapped Debra, "What makes you think you can come up to me, ask me lots of questions about a traumatic event and expect a load of answers." "Well you've just arrived here and called someone who could be one my friends an evil monster so I think I have a right to know who you're talking about." "You don't have a right to know anything," said Debra, "You know, I've been all over the world. I spent weeks working in Alaska and it was quite scary but it turns out the scariest thing of all was waiting for me right on my doorstep. If you want to have a friend who's a paedophile then that's for you and your conscience." "Whoa!" I loudly said, "Wait a minute. Are you saying someone you saw yesterday in the infirmary is a paedophile?! That's a horrible thing to say." "It's a horrible thing to have to go through," said Debra, "And it's a horrible thing to have to relive and stand here talking about." "Are you saying someone in that room abused you?" I asked. "No," said Debra, "Not me. My child." There was a sad and silent pause. "He was fourteen," said Debra. She then walked off and I was stood frozen to the spot in absolute shock. I called after Debra but she ignored me.

All of the recent drama with Dump and the dead sergeants suddenly fell into insignificance. Someone who was in the infirmary yesterday abused Debra's kid. Living with an egotistical dictator like Dump suddenly didn't seem as bad compared with living with a secret paedophile who I've known for a while. I need to find out who it is. I reckon it's the vicar, Dump or TJ. WHAT. A SHOCK.