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

Day 301: Friday 23rd June 2017 Time Unknown

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Day 301
Friday 23rd June 2017 Time Unknown

I've been talking to DeShawn and a few other dead people today.

I looked up and saw the big strong black guy with three large holes in his chest. Weird. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I've come to talk some sense into you," said DeShawn. "Don't bother," I said, "I'll be dead soon. I'm probably already dead." "You're not dead," said DeShawn, "You just look dead." "Whatever," I said. "Come on Luke," said DeShawn, "You've gotten yourself in and out of worse situations than this. It's just a sh*tty wood cabin. You can fight your way out of here." I shook my head. "No energy," I said. "Oh come on, what's wrong with you?" said DeShawn, "You can't just roll over and die." "He's too busy feeling sorry for himself," another voice with a patronising tone said from the left. I turned my head to see Alex. He looked very pale and had a large, deep bite mark on the left side of his neck. "Look at him," he said to DeShawn, "He's pathetic. Too busy feeling sorry for himself." "I thought you were dead," I said to Alex. "You should be more worried about yourself," said Alex, "Look at the state of you. Don't you have any dignity? You look like some sort of back street tramp who's been rummaging through bins for the remains of a five day old kebab." "Just go away," I said. "You've got a problem here, Luke," said Alex, "Are you just going to bury your head in the sand?" "Alex is right," said DeShawn, "It's time to leap into action." "The last time I leapt into action, you got shot and I got knocked out and chucked in here," I said, "I'll just sit and here and die." "What an attention seeker," said Alex, "You don't want to die. If you really wanted to die you'd have killed yourself." "I'm thinking about it," I said. "Thinking," said Alex, "It's time you stopped thinking and started doing." "I'm not listening to some bloke who chucked our food and got eaten by infected," I said. "Come on, Luke," a caring voice from behind me said, "You can get yourself out of this mess." I turned round to see Fishy Freda. She was sat on the sofa with the left side of her skull shattered and dried blood gathered around her mouth, nose and ears. "Up and at them," she said, "It's not your time to die yet." "Do you know something," I said, with an indifferent and lethargic tone, "Even though you're dead, your minge still stinks like fish." "Come on, Luke," a cheery voice said, "I know you can get out of this, I know you've got it in you." I turned round to see a pale looking one armed Kris Walsh, who had bite marks on both sides of his neck and a huge chunk of his face missing. He was stood against the kitchen counter. "I know the world's sh*t compared to what it used to be like but there's still a lot of love out there," he said, "Don't you remember how much we enjoyed life when we were in the supermarket? We had a good set up there. Me and you used to have some great talks. Do you remember?" "I remember you in the buff rubbing your b*llocks against me and us having to chop your arm off," I bluntly said. "Well we had our ups and downs," said Kris, "But at least we were all together. Look at you now. You're all on your own. You don't want to be on your own do you?" "I think I'm enjoying the peace and quiet," I said. "Luke, it's not your time to die," said DeShawn. "I think it is," I said, "Just go away." "We can't just leave you here to die," said Fishy Freda. "You're not even really here," I said, "You're dead. You're all dead. Just f*ck off." "Listen to him playing the big man," another voice said. I turned round and saw Sam Bliss who was stood near the bathroom door, covered in dried blood with one of his eyeballs missing and the bottom half of his face looking like a mangled fleshy mess. "Long time no see," I said, "You turned up to have a go at me too?" "Just wanted to watch you suffer like you watched me suffer," said Sam, "I was a young good looking guy. I had it good with Frank and Hilary and you ruined all that." "You were mates with a bunch of arseholes and rapists," I said. "I was doing what I had to do to stay alive," said Sam, "That's what we have to do now. You know that. You've done things you didn't want to do to stay alive." "I never raped anyone," I said. "No but you've done other things," said Sam, "You've killed people. You killed me. You pushed me to my death and watched loads of infected eat me." "Actually," I said, "You charged at me, I moved out of the way and you fell through the window. It wasn't my fault. I didn't kill you." "You killed me," another voice said. I turned my head to see Ashley Seagrave with a big bullet hole in his forehead. He was stood in the corner of the room like some sort of spooky ghost. "Ashley," I said. "Yeah, it's me," said Ashley, "You need to pull yourself together. You've been in this pit of despair before, and look what happened then. You shot and killed me and my wife." "Well don't worry," I said, "The only person I'm going to kill this time is me." "He won't kill himself," said Sam Bliss, "He'll just sit there and die. He hasn't got the guts to kill himself, the spineless little p*ssy." "You don't need to do this," said Ashley, "You can get out of here. Just try." "I have tried," I said. "So is that it?" asked Ashley, "Are you just going to let Hilary win?" I shrugged. "You can't just give up," said Ashley, "You've got friends; you've got an Auntie that needs you." "They don't need me," I said, "No one needs me." "People do need you," said Ashley. "I don't care anymore," I said. "Well you should care," said Fishy Freda. "Well I don't," I said, "I just want to die. There's nothing left for me to live for. It'd be better if I just died." There was a short pause and then a young voice said, "No, don't die. I don't want you to die." My eyes widened and my mouth fell open in disbelief. I was very interested in who was speaking and for this first time in days I felt a little bit more like a proper human being. I turned round and saw Robbie stood in front of me. He looked very pale and had dark rings around his eyes. "Robbie," I said, with a shocked look on my face. "Please don't die," said Robbie, "I don't want you to die." "Oh, Robbie, mate," I said with emotion in my voice, "I've got to. I can't stay in here." "Can't you get out?" asked Robbie. "I'm locked in," I said, "I'm too weak to try and get out." "Please try," said Robbie. "But if I die, I might be able to see you and your Mum," I said with a smile on my face, "Don't you want that?" "No," said Robbie, "Not yet. I don't want you to die yet." I started sobbing. I reached out to Robbie. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe," I wept, "I'm sorry I didn't protect you." "It wasn't your fault," said Robbie, "You tried. You tried to keep me and Mum safe. Now YOU need to try and stay safe. You've got to try and get out of here." I was already on the floor on my knees but I then collapsed to the floor in a heap. "I can't," I sobbed, "I can't do it. I just can't do it. I can't do it and I'm sorry." "Come on, Luke," said DeShawn, "You're not beat yet. You can get out of this." "You've still got some strength left in you," said Fishy Freda, "You don't want to die in here." "Life's for living, dude," said Kris, "The world needs people like you. You've still got friends that love you. It's not your time to die." "Stop feeling sorry for yourself," said Alex, "Some of us are dead. You're still alive. Stop wallowing in self pity and do something about the situation you're in." "You've been through worse than this," said Ashley, "Don't make the same mistake you did before. Time to get up and fight, Luke." "He can't fight," said Sam, "He's not a fighter; he's a moaner. Look at him. He's over half way to death and he's still moaning about how cr*p life is." "I don't want you to die," said Robbie, "You've got to look after Ollie and Ollie will look after you. I'll cry if you die so don't die, please don't die." My vision started going very fuzzy. "Robbie," I said sounding panicked, "I can't see you. What's going on?" "Look at the moon," said Robbie, "It'll all be OK, Luke, just look at the moon. Keep looking at the moon and everything'll be alright." I became very disorientated as the sight of Robbie became all blurry. I passed out with the sound of Robbie telling me to look at the moon echoing in my mind.

When I woke up, everyone had gone and there was eerie silence. I don't know how I feel. I'm exhausted and feeling a bit  . . . confused and a bit dazed. Did I die for a bit? Were Robbie and the others really here? Did they all really die? Am I dead? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I just feel so, so weak.