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

Day 290: Monday 12th June 2017 23:03

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Day 290
Monday 12th June 2017 23:03

What a tense day it's been.

Before DeShawn, TJ and I left Dumpville, to secretly kill our escorting soldiers and find The Traders, Seth prepared us for the task ahead. He told us that to kill the soldiers the best thing to do would be to catch them off guard and stab them quickly in the neck as this was the softest and most fleshy part of the upper body. I know I've killed people and infected before but going through a military operation styled planning process to kill the soldiers we were going to be travelling with was something I found difficult, even though I knew they would kill us if we didn't kill them. Seth handed our altered shoes to me, TJ and DeShawn. He'd cut into the bottom of the shoes, hollowed out the thick heels and placed a small knife inside each of them. "Awesome," said an excited TJ, "That's some proper James Bond sh*t that is." Seth told us that we'd probably be searched by the soldiers before we left Dumpville but that they wouldn't search inside the heels of our shoes. "Now wait until you've got the right opportunity," said Seth, "And when they're not looking, take the knife out of the heel and hide it in your pockets. When the car stops, wait for them to get out and when they've got their backs to you, quickly get behind them and stab them in the side of neck. Make sure you go deep. The blade should reach into the middle of the neck." "Sorry," I said, "But I don't think I can do this." "Don't worry gay boy," said TJ, "You stay here and p*ss yourself, me and DeShawn can deal with this." Naomi put her hand on my shoulder. "I know it's difficult," she said, "But if we really want to bring Dump down this is how we do it. Kill or be killed, remember? That phrase has never been more appropriate than it is right now." "Luke, if you go out with these soldiers, I can guarantee that they will try to kill you. You either stay here and leave it to TJ and DeShawn, or you go out there and get proof against Dump, knowing you have to kill the escorting soldiers or let them kill you." "Have you killed people like this before?" I asked. Seth nodded. "Needs must," he said. "Come on, Luke," said DeShawn, "I know this is different to what we've done in the past but I know you can do this. I've got your back." I was feeling uncertain but I reluctantly agreed. TJ, DeShawn and I put on our special shoes and with everyone else, we walked to the main gates, ready to depart.

We joined Dump, Sergeant Reed and three soldiers near the main entrance. Dump noticed that DeShawn, TJ and I were joined by our friends. "What's this?" asked Dump, "A farewell party?" "Something like that," said Naomi, "We just want the guys to know we care about them and that we'll be thinking about them while they're out there." "A bit over of the top isn't it?" said Dump, "They might be back later this evening." "Then again, they might not," said a serious sounding Reed. Dump looked over at Seth. "Figured out who shot you yet, Seth?" he asked. "Not yet," said Seth with a smile, "But leave it with me." "I take it you're not going with these three gentlemen?" Dump asked him. "I'm going to rest my injury," said Seth, "And I'm going to stay here with my beautiful new wife." "I see," said Dump. "Have you figured out how the infected got in yet?" asked Seth. Dump gave me a sideward glance, presumable to make sure that I didn't tell everyone that he admitted to being the one who let the infected in. I quickly looked away. "We're still looking into it," said Dump. "Well I think you need to speak to your soldiers," said Seth, "If my understanding is right, they are the only ones with keys, and the keys are involved in an organised handover system, so the only people who could have left the gates open are the soldiers, and considering how two of them just stood there staring at the violent scene in front of them the other day when I returned, I think it's quite reasonable to assume the soldiers, via neglect, could be responsible for the infected getting in." The three soldiers squirmed and looked offended. "I don't like what you're saying," said an angry Reed. "I don't like people being killed by infected because of poor practice and neglectful behaviour," said Seth, staring back at Reed. He then looked at Dump. "One of the soldiers has to be responsible for what happened," said Seth, "Unless, YOU let the infected in and there's no reason you'd be that DUMB, is there? I mean that would be the DUMBEST most STUPID thing ever." There was a split second where Dump gave Seth a vicious stare but this was quickly replaced with a beaming smile. I couldn't believe how far Seth was going. I thought he was pushing his luck. "Well," Dump said to Seth, "I'm certainly not dumb or stupid. I'm sure whoever is responsible for the infected getting in will be discovered and then I will deal with them. You just leave it with me." "We should get going," one of the soldiers said. "So," said Dump, "These three privates are going to accompany you and lead this particular run. They will have the walkie talkies and they'll keep in touch. This is Private Hard, Private Gotobed and Private Verrilli – Parini." There was a short silence. For a second I thought Dump was making the names up, but from the looks on the soldier's faces he obviously wasn't. Reed frowned and pointed at me, DeShawn and TJ. "I don't want any of you aggravating my privates," he said with a serious tone. Troy giggled. "I'm serious," said Reed, "My privates have been through Hell these past few days; they don't need any more hassle." Troy, again giggled. "Shut up," I quietly whispered to him. "Well try to not kill any more of my soldiers," Dump said, looking at DeShawn with a smile, "We're running low as it is." "I won't try and kill them as long as they don't try and kill me," said DeShawn. The three soldiers stood in line giving me, DeShawn and TJ a serious and intimidating look. "Bl**dy Hell, they could crack a smile," whispered Trudy. "Well don't worry about your friends," Dump said to us, "We'll look after them. Trudy I'll have to come and see your twins." "Let's get going," said DeShawn, "Are we going to get some weapons so we can look after ourselves?" "You don't need weapons," said Dump, "Not yet. The privates will give you weapons when you need them." I exchanged subtle but suspicious glances with DeShawn and TJ and then the privates started searching us and patting us down. "What's all this?" I asked. "It's these queer soldiers trying to cop a feel," said TJ. "It's just a precaution," said Dump, "We want to make sure there's no trouble." "Why would there be any trouble?" I asked. "Maybe you should you let us search the soldiers," said DeShawn. Dump ignored us and when the soldiers finished searching us and patting us down (and finding nothing!) they looked in our backpacks. Reed found the Dictaphone straight away. Shit! I thought to myself. I had to come up with a good excuse and quickly. "That's just a recording I've got of some of the kids singing songs," I casually said, "A lot of those kids are dead now. It's nice to keep hold of." Reed pressed the play button and the sound of kids singing songs blasted out. PHEW, I thought to myself. Reed rolled his eyes and threw the Dictaphone back in my bag. Thank God! If he'd taken the Dictaphone off me there would have been no point is going on this excursion from Dumpville. As we got ready to leave I asked Dump what was going to happen with all of the dead bodies that were killed when the infected got in. Dump said that all of the dead bodies (excluding the infected that got in) will be cremated. "We can't bury dead bodies whole anymore," he said, "We don't have the room. We will be cremating them. If there are any more dead bodies, which I hope there won't be, they will also be cremated." It's getting to the point where there's more dead bodies buried and cremated here than there is living people. Dump said there's going to be a big funeral for everyone tomorrow. I was annoyed listening to Dump talking about the funerals for people that HE was responsible for killing. Horrible vicious b*stard. I really wanted to walk up to him and punch him in the face but I know I have to play a clever game. As we loaded up the jeep, ready to go, Trudy called over to TJ. "Oi you big w*nker," she called, "Don't get yourself killed. Primark and Aldi need a Dad, even if he is a cr*p one." "They're not called Primark and Aldi," said TJ, "They're called Hulk and Wolverine." "You can have a say in what their names are when you've changed their sh*tty nappies," said Trudy, "Oh, by the way. I could do with some nappies while you're out. Bring some back." A few moments later we packed up our things, said our goodbyes, hugged and kissed each other, climbed into the Army jeep and off we went. As the jeep drove out of Dumpville I turned round and took, what could have been, one last glance at Naomi and the others. I was feeling slightly anxious.