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

Day 283: Monday 5th June 2017 22:40

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Day 283
Monday 5th June 2017 22:40

Bit of an annoying day. I thought we'd all be on our way back to Dumpville but we're still here at the Young Offender's Institute. I also found out more about Simon who gave us some AMAZING and exciting news but this paled into insignificance for a moment after I realised what that b*stard Dump has been doing all this time.

In the morning DeShawn, Simon and I were sat in the communal area talking about the sanctuary of this underground city. Simon told us that it was known as City One and that it was an official Government funded underground facility that has hot and cold running water twenty four hours a day and its own gas and electricity system. He said that it has it's own sort of eco system and lots of other futuristic systems. He said he and his MOD colleagues generally viewed it as where civilisation was going to start again in apocalyptic events such as this. "Don't tell Dump that," I said, "He thinks civilisation is going to start at his Dumpville." "If this place is so amazing, why aren't you there already?" DeShawn asked Simon. "I told you yesterday," said Simon, "I've been trying to get to City One for ages. I've lost contact with my fellow MOD agents, I've been on foot for most of my journey from Scotland. I'm lucky to be alive. When we realised how serious the situation was, everyone just panicked. We'd lost control. In the chaos, everyone was running for their lives and trying to stay alive. The virus just spread a lot quicker than we realised." "What exactly do you know about this virus?" asked DeShawn. "Nothing," said Simon, "I work for a section of the MOD called GRID – Global Response to International Disaster. We knew something like this could happen one day, but we didn't expect an apocalyptic disaster on this scale. No one was prepared for THIS. It just came out of nowhere. At GRID we aim to prevent and tackle apocalyptic disasters such as this but there's another organisation called ACROBAT, a huge organisation concerned with advanced scientific research that can enhance and prolong life and fight debilitating and disabling diseases and conditions. ACROBAT stands for Advanced Chemical Research of Biological Abnormalities Team. They find people who have strange or unusual conditions and do tests and experiments on them with the aim of finding new ways in which humans can live longer in a more enhanced way. We believe ACROBAT are responsible for the entire outbreak. We had an idea that they were coming up with something like this; some sort of virus that they were working on that could help strengthen and extend life, but the virus went wrong, mutated, got out somehow, we don't know, we couldn't get any proof. We sent a spy into ACROBAT to gather as much information as possible. The problem is ACROBAT also sent one of their lot to spy on us."

"Christ it's like James Bond," I said. "They we're trying to get intelligence on us and we were trying to get intelligence on them," said Simon "That's when the outbreak happened, the sh*t hit the fan and since then I've been more bothered about trying to stay alive than looking into ACROBAT."  "So," I said, "These ACROBAT people are responsible for this whole thing? It's all their fault the world has gone to sh*t?" "Well that's the most likely of scenarios," said Simon, "But I don't have any actual proof. Like I said, my lot were looking into it when the outbreak happened." "So all this death and destruction. This huge apocalypse is just so some tw*tty organisation can help us live a little bit longer?!" I exclaimed. "More than that," said Simon, "They want people to live for hundreds of years and increase their intelligence and muscle structure. No diseases, no health conditions and human beings living A LOT longer." "Well maybe someone should tell these ACROBAT f*ckers that some of us are struggling to stay alive and live until lunch time, never mind an extra hundred years," I said. "We knew things would get bad," said Simon, "But not this bad. One minute we're all at work as usual, the next, we're running for our lives. We had no idea this thing would spread so fast. The people from GRID who are working on this are underground in City One. There's MOD agents all over the country like me that have been lost and abandoned in the chaos." "Hang on," I said, "What do you mean people are working on it? Are you saying there's a cure?" "That's exactly what I'm saying," said Simon, "Like I said, we knew something like this might happen one day so our scientists have been working underground for the last two years trying to create a cure." "A cure?!" I almost shouted excitedly  "You're saying there's a cure?!" "Well, no," said Simon, "There's not a definite cure but like I said, people are working on it." Mine and DeShawn's faces lit up. Our eyes widened, our mouths fell open and a sudden tingling sensation shot down my spine. This was very exciting news. DeShawn and I fired loads of questions at Simon. "Whoa," he said, "Just calm down. I don't know anything for certain. I've been in Scotland and they're in London. I've lost communication. There might not be a cure at all." "But as far as you're aware, your lot are working on a cure?" said an excited DeShawn. "Well, yes," said Simon, "That's the last I heard." I looked at DeShawn and we exchanged looks of excitement. "We need to get him back to Dumpville," I enthusiastically said. I told Simon how amazing this news was and that after everything we'd been through we'd given up hope regarding a cure.