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

Day 311: Monday 3nd July 2017 20:24 (Long one)

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Day 311
Monday 3nd July 2017 20:24 (Long one)

I'm on Lesley's yacht on my way back to England but getting here wasn't without its dramas and I'm travelling with a certain someone I really didn't think I'd ever see again.

Yesterday (Sunday 2nd July) started with me, Dump, Sarah and Lauren talking about how we planned to get out of Paris and back to England. Sarah reminded us that the camper van didn't have much diesel in it and that we couldn't do much driving around. We looked at the map Dump had drawn and planned a direct route to where he said the yacht would be. "Right then," said Sarah, "Lauren will drive us to the river and when we see the boat me and Luke will jump out and see if Hilary's there." "Hang on," I said, sounding shocked, "Why me? Why don't you and Lauren do it?" "Because someone needs to stay with the camper van and someone needs to come with me," said Sarah, "If we find Hilary on the boat, I'll make him give me the keys and we can get out of here." "What if he's not there?" I asked. "Then we quickly drive to the chateau and see if he's there," said Sarah. "And what if he's not there," I said. "It doesn't matter if he's there," said Dump, "We just need to get inside and find the keys." "There might not even be any keys there," I said sounding angry, "This is all just guess work." "Will you f*cking shut up?" snapped Sarah, "If you can't say anything positive or contribute just keep your mouth shut." "I just think we're risking a lot for potentially very little," I said. "So what do you want to do?" asked Lauren, "Stay here and just wait for something to happen?" I wasn't happy with the plan and I wasn't happy that I was being drawn into a risky situation but Lauren was right; we couldn't just sit here. We talked about the plan a bit more and then we were off.

As we drove into the centre of Paris, the desolate streets and abandoned cars made the whole city a sight for sore eyes. There was an eerie feeling in the air, and as we drove past the burnt out bistros, deserted buildings and ruined landscape I was aware of how anxious I was starting to feel. I looked up at the Eiffel Tower with a sense of sadness but there wasn't time for this emotion to linger. Hundreds and I mean HUNDREDS of infected appeared out of nowhere and started chasing after the camper van. "Jesus, there's sh*t loads of them!" I yelled. Sarah yelled at Lauren to put her foot down, which she duly did.

As we approached the river I was starting to worry that the yacht wasn't there but eventually I noticed the big posh boat in the distance. "Yes!" I yelled with excitement, "It's there, I can see it!" Lauren drove the camper van right up to the side of the river. "Keep driving round the block," Sarah called to Lauren, "By the time you've come back round we'll know if Hilary's in there. Stay safe." Sarah gave me a determined look, nodded her head and with a deep breath we opened the camper van door and ran out into the street. We could hear the infected approaching in the distance so we didn't hang about. We quickly jumped on to the yacht, hit the deck, stayed out of sight and remained quiet as the camper van zoomed off and was followed by the infected hordes. Sarah and I remained laid on the deck, hiding from the infected and once they'd all ran off after the camper van we quickly jumped to our feet, gripped our weapons and quickly but cautiously searched the vessel. Hilary was nowhere to be seen. There were a few bottles of water and a bit of food, so we grabbed them and shoved them in our pockets. I still have the army uniform on so I crammed my combat trouser pockets full of as much food as I could. "Well it doesn't look like he's here," said Sarah, "We need to get to the chateau." I searched the front of the boat and found a handgun hidden in a little compartment. I picked it up and showed it to Sarah. "He might not be here, but look what I've found," I said. "Excellent," said Sarah, "Give it to me." "I found it," I firmly said. "Grow up, Luke," said Sarah, "Just give it to me. Do you even know what you're doing with a gun?" "Do you?" I asked. There was a short silence as the atmosphere turned slightly confrontational. "We haven't got time for this," said Sarah, "Lauren will be back soon, just give me the gun." "No," I emphasized, "I found it and I've fired a gun before." "Yeah into the heads of two innocent people," said Sarah. "I'm keeping the gun," I insisted. There was a loud noise that interrupted our conversation. It was Lauren. She'd returned in the camper van. I turned my head and looked towards the noise and the second I moved Sarah gave me a massive, Power Ranger style high kick in the face. I fell to the floor and as I shook my head feeling dazed, shocked and confused, Sarah reached for the gun and what followed was the pair of us wrestling on the floor, fighting for the gun. I was impressed that I managed to grab the gun from Sarah and we ended up staring intensely at each other as I pointed the gun at her. "What the f*ck is wrong with you?! I shouted. "Are you going to shoot me, Luke?" asked a confrontational Sarah. "No, of course I'm not," I said, "But what the Hell are you doing?" "I don't trust you with a gun," said Sarah, "You killed two innocent people." "That was ages ago," I said, "I wasn't in the right frame of mind. We haven't got time for this for f*cks sake." Lauren again honked the horn. Sarah and I ran out from below the yacht, back on to deck and we jumped back on to the road. "COME ON!" yelled Lauren, "HURRY UP, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Dump opened the door, Sarah and I jumped back into the camper van, we slammed the door shut and quickly sped off, narrowly missing being jumped on by the infected.