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Day 306
Wednesday 28th June 2017 20:20I'm writing my diary on an A4 notepad Lauren has given me. I suppose my actual diary is still in my backpack, back in my chalet at Dumpville.
I've been getting to know Sarah, Sarah Richardson and Lauren, Lauren Watson a bit more today. They've been friends ever since they met in college and bonded over their love of physical fitness. Sarah's an expert kick boxer and Lauren used to do karate. They're both from England and have been stuck in Paris ever since the outbreak. They'd been over here on some sort of backpacking mountain climbing holiday.
We spent most of the morning exchanging stories. Sarah and Lauren told me how they lost communication with their friends and family last year and I explained about Dumpville in more detail. I told Sarah and Lauren all about Seth and City One and they said that it sounded really good and wanted to come with me. I told them that I wanted to get back to Dumpville first. "It's pointless talking about it," said Sarah, "We don't have a boat or a plane and the helicopter in the clearing is f*cked so we're stuck here." "We're in France," I said, "Not on the moon. There's got to be a way to get to England. "The country is full of infected," said Sarah, "There's no way we can get to the ports or the airport." "We're in a campervan for God's sake, why don't we just drive?" I asked. "Are you deaf?" asked Sarah with a snappy tone, "I've just told you. There's infected everywhere. Why do you think it took us so long to get back to you? I don't fancy driving all the way from here to England with those monsters out there. Anyway we don't have much diesel and we've no idea what state the channel tunnel is in." "What about this Hilary person?" asked Lauren, "If you really think it was him who was piloting the helicopter, he must still be around here somewhere. He might be able to fix the helicopter and get us out of here." "I don't know where Hilary is," I said, "But he's not the sort of person who helps people. Remember what I told you yesterday." "Well hang on, let's think about this," said Sarah, "If you're so certain this Hilary flew you here then he either parachuted out of the helicopter or ran off after it crash landed. That means he's got to be around here somewhere, so let's find him." I wasn't convinced by this idea and Sarah could see my uncertainty. "What's up?" she snapped, "You've made this guy sound like a right arsehole. Isn't it better that we find him rather than he finds us?" "Well what do we do if we find him?" asked Lauren. "Get him to fix the helicopter," said Sarah. "He won't help us," I said. "Well we'll make him help us," said Sarah. "What if he doesn't know how to fix the helicopter?" asked Lauren. "I don't know," said Sarah, "But we've got to try, haven't we?"
We talked about the idea a bit more and agreed that we'd search the area to see if we can find Hilary. I'm still feeling a bit weak so we agreed to go out tomorrow when I've got a bit more energy in me. The three of us will be on foot so we'll have to be very careful. I don't think we should stray too far from the campervan. The huge herd of infected could still be around here somewhere. IF we find Hilary I think there are three reasons he won't help us fix the helicopter. One, I don't think he'll know how to fix it, two, if he did know how to fix it I think he'd have fixed it by now and flown off ages ago, and three, he'll be more interested in beating me up. I suppose the other thing to consider is that Hilary could be dead. I hope he is. We'll all sleep more comfortably in our bed if that unhinged psycho is no longer with us. Either way, whether we find Hilary or not, I don't think it's going to help us get out of Paris. Lauren can steer a boat so I think the best bet is to find some sort of sea vessel and get out of here. Either that or we find some more diesel and see if we can drive from here to Dumpville, but I guess, like Sarah said, that depends on the state the channel tunnel is in.
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