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Day 292
Wednesday 14th June 2017 23:42It's been one Hell of a day. I'm in Dumpville now, relaxing at Seth and Naomi's but I'm feeling anxious about what might happen tomorrow.
After seeing a vast array of body parts and the twisted display of various heads in different stages of de-composition yesterday, I'm surprised I got any sleep at all but I did manage an hour or so. I feel really tired now.
When I woke up I felt really disorientated. We were so deep underground I wasn't sure if it was day or night. It turned out to be morning. I noticed TJ and DeShawn were already up and gathering their things. "What time is it?" I asked. "Eight o clock," said DeShawn. "Right let's go," I said quickly collecting my belongings, "Come on, it'll be light outside now." I was really keen to go and DeShawn and TJ noticed my eagerness. "Alright gay boy," said TJ, "Don't sh*t you're knickers. What you stressing for?" "I just want to leave," I said, "This place creeps me out. Come on, hurry up, can we just go." "Why are you in such a rush?" asked TJ, "You and that Anne were acting like best mates yesterday." "Hardly best mates," I said, "I just want to get away from here, they are cannibals after all. We're lucky they've not recognised DeShawn yet. Anyway I want to get back to Dumpville and deal with Dump. I want to bring him down." "Why are we even talking about bringing him down?" asked DeShawn, "I've been thinking about this. The man's an animal. I say we just kill him." "I'm with DeShawn," said TJ, "Let's just kill him." "You were his best mate the other day," I exclaimed to TJ. "Yeah, well you can go off people," said TJ, "Anyway after all the sh*tty things he's been doing and after what he said about my kids I want him dead." "Your kids?" I said, "Those kids that you've not touched or held since they've been born." "They're still my kids," said TJ firmly. DeShawn looked at me. "Luke," he said, "After everything that's happened do you really think we should leave Dump alive?" "I think showing everyone what he's really like will be enough to finish him off," I said, "I don't want US to be like HIM." "We're nothing like him," said DeShawn, firmly. I thought about what DeShawn said. Part of me does think it would be better if Dump was killed but another part of me thinks that if we killed him that would make us no better than Dump.
We packed up our things and returned to the big room where we met Anne yesterday. People were sat round the tables eating some sort of meat. I felt very nervous and uncomfortable. They were all obviously eating cooked human flesh. "What do you think they're eating?" I whispered to TJ and DeShawn. "You mean, WHO, do you think they're eating?" said TJ with a giggle. "Shut up," I snapped, "Remarks like that don't help." "Well what a stupid question," said TJ, "They're a load of cannibals. What do you think they're eating? Vegetarian lasagne?" On the far side of the room the two men who were in the white van, when DeShawn killed Smith and Jones, were sat at a table eating their food. I noticed DeShawn looking at them, and the expression of concern on his face. "Stop starring," I said, "You're trying not to draw attention to yourself, remember." Anne approached us and asked how we slept. "Well it wasn't the Ritz," said TJ, "More like the Sh*ts." "We slept fine," I said, interrupting TJ, "We're just keen to leave." "I understand," said Anne, "Spending time in the company of those who eat other people isn't something that is enjoyed by everyone. However you seem less able to deal with the situation compared to your fellow military colleagues. It seems to bother you a lot more than it did them. I can tell from the looks on your faces." "Well, like I said yesterday," I said, "We're not as experienced as the others." "You must think badly of us," said Anne, "The big bad cannibals who are eating your friends." "We're just following orders," said DeShawn. "Without asking questions?" asked Anne, "Interesting. You seem very different from the other military oafs." There was a moment of silence and Anne gave us all a suspicious smile. "You seem quite content with me insulting your colleagues," said Anne. "Well we don't really get on with them," I said. "I can imagine," said Anne, "You really are very different in comparison." "Anyway," I said, "Thanks for having us, we'd better get back." "You do seem very eager to leave," said Anne, "I think our way of life clearly affects you more than it affected your colleagues." I squirmed a bit and Anne could see the look of slight anxiety on my face. "You look nervous Private Pattinson," she said. "Who?" I asked, "Oh yeah. Private Pattinson. That's me. Err . . . no. . . . I'm not nervous. Why would I be nervous? I've got nothing to feel nervous about. Nothing at all. I just think you've been very hospitable and now I think we need to leave." "I know you probably think we're terrible people," said Anne, "But we're not really, you know. When the outbreak got serious my husband suggested we make our way here. He used to work at the car plant above. Being so deep underground ensured our safety. We started bringing friends and others here. There's just over fifty of us here now. Our little community. It's not luxurious I know, but it's safe. None of us are natural fighters. A few of us go up to the top every now and then to make trades with you and your people but most of the time we stay down here. It's safer." "You stay down here and eat people?" said DeShawn. Anne nodded. "It's not how we started out," said Anne, "When we first came down here there was about a hundred of us. We used to go up on to the surface looking for food and water on a daily basis but like I say, we're not natural fighters and many of us were killed. We've gone from a hundred people to fifty. We had to stop going up top as regularly so that's when we decided to start eating people." DeShawn, TJ and I exchanged awkward and rather judgemental looks. "We didn't have a choice," said Anne, "There are children here. We all need to eat. It's not a decision we took lightly. Eating unwanted people that were causing trouble seemed like a good idea. I know it sounds bad but we're not barbarians. We're bankers, accountants, civil servants, engineers; teachers. I was an admin manager for a chain of pubs. We're not animals. We're doing what we need to do to survive. That's all anyone can do these days." There was another pause as Deshawn, TJ and I again exchanged tense and uncomfortable looks. "For soldiers who are apparently just following orders, your facial expressions seem to suggest that you're not happy with the arrangement here," said Anne, "The people you bring to us aren't innocent people, remember? They've caused you trouble, they've tried to kill people. That's why you bring them to us. We kill them, so you don't have to. We then cook the meat and eat it. One body can feed one person for a couple of weeks. In exchange for the bodies we promise to stay away from Dumpville."
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