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

Day 263: Tuesday 16th May 2017 22:41

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Day 263
Tuesday 16th May 2017 22:41

Most of Dumpville went into a frenzy, for a few moments, today.

Rumours about the food running out quickly spread around the park and everyone started running into the store rooms and the kitchens, grabbing as much food as they could. I was there with Trudy and Troy and the scene before us was carnage. People were grabbing packets of biscuits, bags of pasta and tins of food and then throwing them into bin bags. "Oi you greedy f*ckers!" yelled Trudy, "Knock it off! That food's for everyone!" Trudy stormed up to the crowds, and someone, I couldn't see who, pushed her away. She fell into my arms before she was able to hit the floor.

"Oi!" I shouted, "She's pregnant!" "Yeah!" screamed Troy, "She might look like a fat chav but there's a person in there, you know?" We were ignored and everyone carried on grabbing loads of food. Trudy looked at Troy and frowned. "I do not look like a fat chav, you skinny f*cking fairy" she snapped. "I'm not having a go," said Troy, "It's not your fault you look like a fat chav. It could be worse. You could look like Luke." Trudy looked me up and down. "Hmm, I see your point," she said. Charming! I abandoned what I thought was going to be a whirlwind of insults and approached the crowds. "Come on everyone," I said, "This is madness. You don't need to do this." In the crowds I saw John, who was throwing tins of fruit salad and spaghetti hoops into a bin bag. "John, come on," I said, "What are you doing?" "I've got a wife and a daughter to look after, Luke," he said, "I can't stand by and watch them starve." "Starve!" I exclaimed, "They're not going to starve. No one's going to starve. There's plenty of food here." "It's running out," said John, "Everyone knows it is. Without the sergeants there's no one to bring food back." "But this isn't going to help," I said, "This is just causing chaos." "I need to look after my family," said John, "Especially after what Sophie's been through." I leaned closer to John. "You and Naomi took care of all that didn't you?" I quietly said. John looked guilty. I told him I knew all about the poisoning plot but that right now we needed to focus on the matter in hand. "I'm doing what I need to do," said John. "And what about when the food you've taken runs out?" I asked, "What then? What are you going to do when there's no pantry to raid or cupboard to empty?" As the chaos continued Troy and Trudy started to join in. "Not you two as well!" I exclaimed. "I'm not letting all these filthy breeders nab all the food for themselves," said Troy. "Yeah, and I'm eating for two," said Trudy, "I'm pregnant in case you forgot." As the unruly looting continued I took a step back, feeling helpless and defeated.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere a loud gunshot was heard. Everyone screamed in fright, jumped back in shock and flinched. Silence fell and I turned round to see Deaf Deirdre stood near the counter with a disapproving look on her face and holding her secret gun in her hand, which had smoke emanating from the barrel. "Look at you all," she said, clearly unimpressed, "Stealing food and making a mess everywhere. It's like the London riots. You should be ashamed of yourselves." A few people in the crowd looked a bit guilty; a few others looked shocked that Deaf Deirdre had a gun in her hand. "You've got a gun," one of the women said. "I'm not having fun," said Deaf Deirdre, "Do you think I enjoy coming in here waving a gun around and watching you all re-enact the Brixton riot? I didn't go through three world wars to watch a load of crazy people fighting over a tin of spaghetti hoops," said Deaf Deirdre, "They don't even taste that nice." I took a step closer to Deaf Deirdre. "They're talking about your gun," I said. "My son?!" exclaimed Deaf Deidre, "What's he got to do with anything? He used to be a police officer you know." John pointed to Deaf Deirdre's gun. "That!" John said loudly, "We're talking about that. Where did you get that from?" "Say that again dear," said Deaf Deirdre. "WHERE. DID. YOU. GET. THAT. FROM?" John shouted. "Never mind about that," said Deaf Deidre, "This is mine and that's all you need to know, and you'd better not tell anyone I have it. An old lady like me needs this to stay safe. An old lady like me also needs food, so you can all put whatever you've taken back, and you can do it right now. We need to ration and share just like we did in the war." "Deirdre's right," I said, "We need to all come together." Troy giggled. "Not now, Troy," I said with a frown on my face. "Come on, we don't need to do this. We need to be there for each other," I said, "Compromise, support, patience, determination; team work. Those are the elements we need to survive." "Elephants we feed to drive?" questioned Deaf Deidre, "What are you talking about?" I rolled my eyes, shook my head and continued with my speech. "If you start going down this road when things get a little bit tough, you'll go down an even darker road when things get REALLY tough and trust me, you don't want that," I said. There was a pause. I was getting through to them. "We need to work as a team," I said, "A team that not only cares about each other but is there for each other." "You had a dream about Tony Blair and his brother and you wanted to share his brother?" said Deaf Deirdre. I rolled my eyes again and ignored Deirdre. Mia then appeared. "What's going on?" she asked. "Nothing," I said, trying to restore calm, "Everything's fine." "OMG," shrieked Mia, "They're stealing all the food. Put it back, that's for everyone!" "Shut up," I quietly said to Mia, "I'm sorting it." Mia then noticed Deaf Deirdre holding her gun. "Double OMG," she said, still shrieking, "She's got a gun in her hand." "Mia, shut up," I quietly said through gritted teeth, "I've told you I'm sorting this." "Well how are you sorting it?" asked Mia. "Mia, shut up," I firmly said, "Everything was under control until you came in here and started flapping. For the third time, I'm sorting it. I don't need a bitchy dumb cow." "You've got an itchy bum now?" asked Dead Deirdre, "Well you'll need some cream for that." I managed to convince everyone to return the food and also keep their mouths shut about Dead Deirdre having a gun. A few said they wanted to take the gun off Deirdre but she was very assertive and said that no one was taking her gun away from her. I just hope everyone keeps their promise and keeps their mouth shut. When everyone left the kitchen I thanked Deirdre for her help. "You're a wonderful star," I said. "No I don't wear a wonder bra!" exclaimed Deaf Deirdre, "The very idea." I asked Mia if she'd spoken to Dump about him slapping her on the arse. "I'm too nervous," said Mia, "The more I think about it the more nervous I get. I need to build myself up." She'd better speak to him soon. The longer she leaves it, the worse it will get.

Dump got wind of all the unrest and called ANOTHER meeting in Triton's. Everyone was gathered and there was a really tense and anxious atmosphere. When Dump arrived on stage, everyone started firing questions at him in a loud and unruly manner; Where are the sergeants? When are they coming back? Are the soldiers going to go out looking for them? Who's going to bring food back? etc. Dump tried to calm everyone down and answer their questions but he was struggling. You could see the sweat on his brow, he looked like he was finding it difficult to keep control and he appeared anxious and frustrated. A few of the soldiers were stood at the back of the room and they weren't helping Dump at all. They just kept throwing him unimpressed, cold glares. I get the impression that they've all had words.

Dump ended up shouting like a petulant child. His face turned a nice shade of scarlet and he stood on stage with a huge frown on his face, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. "QUIET!!" he aggressively shouted, "JUST SHUT UP! JUST SHUT, SHUT; SHUT UP!!" An awkward silence fell as the entire population of Dumpville looked on stunned and in shock. "I'm doing what I can!" snapped Dump, "Now stop your moaning, go back to your homes and shut up. Just because there's a little less food stocked up than there usually is doesn't mean there's any need for everything to descend into chaos and for you to behave like a bunch of animals. There's plenty of food. There's nothing for you to worry about. Just go home and shut up!" Dump then walked off stage leaving us all once again stunned. The man's behaving like a stroppy dictator who can't get his own way. It's clear he's losing control. Maybe if the sergeants do come back Dump will calm down and stop behaving like a teenager. After his outburst on stage I think it might be best if Mia does avoid her confrontation with him for a bit.