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

Day 282: Sunday 4th June 2017 22:17

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Day 282
Sunday 4th June 2017 22:17

An interesting day where DeShawn and I got to know our new mystery man.

I was woken up by a knock on the door of the room I was being held in. I jumped to my feet, on high alert and looked towards the door.  The hatch opened to reveal the lower half of my mysterious captor's face. He started talking to me. "If I let you out, I'm not going to have any trouble from you, am I?" he asked. "No," I said, "I just want to see DeShawn." "He's out here," said the man, "Now I want a guarantee from you that you won't cause any trouble. Give me that guarantee and I'll let you out. " I promised I wouldn't cause any trouble and gave the mystery stranger the guarantee he wanted. He started to unlock the door, I grabbed my belongings (excluding my knife and gun that he confiscated from me yesterday) and stood in the open doorway. I looked at the unknown figure with a mixture of anxiety and confrontation. He was a tall, good looking and muscular man. He was wearing steel toe capped boots, combat trousers, a tight vest and scruffy shirt. He gave me, what looked like, a genuine smile as he pointed an impressive looking sub machine gun at me. "No offence," he said, "But I can't afford to take any chances." I remained cautious while being mindful of all the questions I had running through my head. He wasn't the only one who didn't want to take any chances. "Where's DeShawn?" I asked. "He's round the corner in the communal area, just near the pool table," said the stranger, "Are you hungry?" "What?" I asked sounding confused and slightly annoyed. "Food," said the man, "Are you hungry?" "Well, yeah, I suppose so," I said. "OK," said the man, "You go chat to your friend. I'll go down to the kitchens and bring back some food." "Wait a minute," I said, "You can't just go. Who are you? Why did you bring us here?" "Plenty of time for all that after we've eaten," said the man, "I'll be as quick as I can. I'll lock you in this part of the building to make sure no one else can get in. There's still a few infected running around downstairs and I don't want them up here." "Hang on," I said, "What if we need to get out?" "You won't need to get out," said the man, "I'll be back soon." "You might not," I said, "You could walk through that door and I'll never see you again." The man smiled at me. "Trust me," he said, "You'll see me very soon." The man walked towards the door that led to the rest of the building, unlocked it, walked out into the corridor and locked it behind him.

I walked round the corner to see a large open area with sofas on one side, chairs and tables on the other, a smashed TV attached to the far wall and a pool table in the middle. It looked like the sort of place that should be busy with noisy youths so it was quite creepy being here with it being deathly silent. I couldn't see DeShawn at first but then I noticed him, in the far corner of the room tied to a swivel chair. I ran over to him and immediately started trying to untie him. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said sounding angry and defeated. "Why are you tied up?" I asked, "Did HE do this to you?" DeShawn nodded. "The second he opened my door I threw myself at him," said DeShawn, "I thought I'd be able to knock him out but he's quick on his feet. He's stronger than he looks too. He grabbed that dart gun thing and shot me in the arse. I've only just regained consciousness." I tried to untie DeShawn but the knots were like nothing I'd ever seen before. They looked very impressive and professionally done. "I can't untie you," I said, "These knots are like something a magician has done." "Don't worry about it," said DeShawn, "We'll get that pr*ck to untie me when he comes back. Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, "He's put a plaster on my neck where he shot me with the dart, seen to the injury on my ear and given me something to eat and drink." "Don't go polishing his halo just yet," said DeShawn, "He did all this AFTER he shot us, knocked us out and brought us here." "Yeah but why's he brought us here?" I asked, "He could have just nicked our weapons, killed us and left us in the road. He's looking after us." "Luke," said DeShawn, bluntly, "Look at me. I'm tied to a chair. Does this look like I'm being looked after?" "He's just being cautious," I said, "He doesn't know us and we don't know him, and you did go for him, DeShawn." "Jesus, are you his boyfriend or something?" asked DeShawn, "He's holding us here with no explanation." "Well when he comes back we can ask for an explanation," I said. "Well I'm not so sure about him not knowing us," said DeShawn. "What do you mean?" I asked, "Of course he doesn't know us." "Well I think he might know you," said DeShawn. "What do you mean?" I asked. "He was really keen to know your full name," said DeShawn. "That doesn't mean anything," I said, "He doesn't know me and I don't know him. He's just being cautious, stop being paranoid." "I want to know why he's brought us here," said DeShawn, "You don't shoot someone in the neck with a tranquilliser dart and bring them to a place like this because you're a nice person. He wants something from us."