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

Day 284: Tuesday 6th June 2017 23:21

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Day 284
Tuesday 6th June 2017 23:21

We're back at Dumpville but we're in the quarantined section.

We left the Young Offenders Institute early this morning and got into Simon's jeep. He cleared a safe path for us between the floor that we were holed up on and the parking area where his vehicle was kept. As the three of us quickly but cautiously made our way through the abandoned corridors and silent sections of the big secure building I noticed a large number of dead infected bodies scattered all over the place. "Bl**dy Hell," I said to Simon, "Did you kill all these?" "Yeah," said Simon, "Be careful though, I think there's still a few of them about." There were loads of dead bodies all over the place. Simon can obviously can take care of himself.

As we exited the building and ran into the parking area, three infected males, presumably officers from the Young Offender's Institute from how they were dressed, came running towards us covered in dry blood and making horrific screeching sounds. DeShawn and I gripped the knives that were given to us when we left Dumpville and braced ourselves. However, there was no need for us to worry; Simon took care of the rabid infected quickly and effectively. "Get back!" he yelled. The first growling infected, whose face was badly fire damaged threw himself at Simon. He quickly crouched to the floor causing the infected to lean forward, stumble over him and fall to the floor. This gave Simon enough time to shoot the second oncoming infected in the head and immediately after disposing of him, he killed the third and final infected by quickly propelling his knife at it, which plunged deep into its forehead. The infected man dropped to the floor, dead but Simon wasn't finished. The first infected man who stumbled over him, returned to his feet and once again quickly started to approach Simon, who, in the blink of an eye, retrieved his knife from the recently killed infected man's head and swiftly plunged the blade hard and deep into the other infected man's forehead. Simon then retracted the knife and kicked the infected to the floor. "Come on," Simon said to me and DeShawn, "Let's get out of here before any more of them come." We quickly jumped into Simon's jeep, he started the engine and off we drove.

Once we were away from the Young Offender's Institute I broke the lingering silence. "Well that was impressive," I said to Simon. "What was?" he asked. "All that Van Damme action hero stuff," I said, "It was like something out of a film." "Three dumb, brain dead infected fellas with virtually no intelligence are easy to deal with," said Simon, "It's people with weapons who have strategically planned how they're going to attack you that you need to worry about." "Well it was still pretty spectacular," I said. "I suppose my training has come in handy," said Simon, "Anyway, let's get back to this Dumpville place." On route to Dumpville we talked about how we'd deal with Dump and the soldiers, and then went over our story. We all agreed what we'd say in case they separated us and wanted to talk to us individually, which s exactly what they did.

We eventually came to the Army jeep that Smith and Jones used to hand me and DeShawn over to the Traders. Simon, stopped the jeep he was driving and the three of us looked ahead at the military vehicle in the distance. "The jeep's still there," I said sounding confused, "By now I thought it would have taken by someone." "We could take it back with us," said DeShawn. "No!" Simon said with urgency, "We've got a plan and we've come up with a story. We need to stick to it. If we divert from what we've agreed that's when bad things can start happening. Trust me, I know." There was a moment of silence and we continued looking upon the abandoned and bullet damaged Army jeep. "I don't like it," said Simon, "Like Luke says, there's no way a vehicle like that would just be left in the middle of nowhere like that. I've got a bad feeling about this." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Think about it," said Simon, "When I took you from this place back to East Hill, I had to be quick. I left the jeep, here in this spot with the keys still in the ignition and petrol still in the tank" "So?" I said. "So, why is it still there?" Simon asked cautiously, "Why hasn't someone taken it?" There was another pause. "Well let's go have a look," said DeShawn as he reached for the jeep door. "Don't move," Simon quickly and urgently said. DeShawn and I froze in our seats feeling confused and apprehensive. I suddenly felt very anxious. Simon looked in his rear view mirror, door mirrors and through the windows. The silence lingered for a while as I waited for something to happen or for Simon to explain things. He turned and gave me and DeShawn a serious look. "It's bait," he firmly said. "Bait?" I queried. Simon nodded. "Now listen," he said with a tone of authority, "We're just going to drive past the f*cked up Army jeep liked we'd drive past any other abandoned vehicle." "But we wouldn't just drive past an abandoned vehicle," said DeShawn, "We'd stop and search it." "No one is leaving this vehicle," said Simon, "Just keep your head down and act normal." As Simon drove past the Army jeep my heart was rapidly pumping blood around my veins. I felt very nervous; like something bad was about to happen. I looked terrified. "Luke," said Simon, "I told you to act normal, you look like you're waiting for someone to jump out and go boo." "Well you've scared the sh*t out of me," I said, "You've made me think people are watching us." "There are people watching us," said Simon, "But us driving past with you looking like sh*t scared isn't going to help." Simon drove past Smith and Jones's jeep and we carried on our journey