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

Day 346: Monday 7th August 2017 22:56

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Day 346
Monday 7th August 2017 22:56

Bit of a chaotic day but we all got through it.

The day started with me and Mike getting ready to go out on our run. Troy was also getting ready but he was stomping about like a stroppy child making it very obvious he didn't want to come out. "You can knock all that off," I snapped at him, "You're coming with us and that's that." Troy continued slamming things and walking around in a huff.  I told him to act his age and that when we got to the town he better not be acting like this then. "If I end up dead I'm going to kill you," said Troy. Idiot, I thought. He can't kill me if he's dead.

We packed our bags, gathered our weapons and prepared to leave. "Right then," I said to Auntie Meryl, "All being well we'll be back later this afternoon." "Where are you going?" she asked. "Into the seaside town," I said, "I told you this yesterday." "Oh well that's nice isn't it?" said Auntie Meryl, "You three bugger off for a jolly on the beach and leave me here with two screaming babies, a pack of wolves and Anne Frank." "You'll be fine," I said, "And it's not a jolly. We're off to look for the others." "What others?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Naomi, Mia, TJ, Trudy. The others!" I exclaimed. "Oh I don't know who they all are," said Auntie Meryl. "Yes you do," I exclaimed, "You met them all. Trudy is Aldi and Primark's Mum." "Aldi and Primark?" said a confused Auntie Meryl, "They're shops." "Look, I haven't got time for this," I said, feeling impatient, "We'll be back as soon as we can."

At that moment the girl from the bedroom appeared in the living room. There was a moment of silence. "Oh, hello," I said. The girl didn't respond. The girl had removed her hoody and was stood in front of us wearing a grubby white t shirt with a picture of a black skull on it. She had dark hair, a pierced lip and gothic looking boots. Auntie Meryl looked her up and down. "What are you dressed like that for?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Like what?" asked the girl. "Like you're going out trick or treating," said Auntie Meryl, "Oh, do you know you've got something sticking out of your lip?" "It's a piercing," said the girl. "You mean you did that on purpose?" asked a shocked Auntie Meryl, "I don't know what's wrong with kids today. Running around dressed in black sticking metal in their face. The world's gone mad." The girl looked over at Mike who was holding the twins. I noticed the look on her face that suggested something bothered her. "So are we going?" the girl asked. I looked confused. "Going out into town," the girl said, "I heard you talking." "You're not coming," said Mike. "I don't need your permission," said the girl, "I can do what I want." "I'm driving that car," said Mike, "And you're not getting in." "Look," I said to the girl, "It's nice that you want to help but you're a kid." "With a pellet gun," added Mike. "I'm fifteen," said the girl, "I'm not a kid, and me and this pellet gun scared the sh*t out of you three back at the cash n carry." "You're not coming," Mike firmly said. "I can look after myself," said the girl, "I've been out there on my own for ages. I've killed those things before and I'm good with a knife." "If she goes, does that mean I can stay here?" asked Troy. I ignored Troy and walked over to Mike. "I think we should let her come," I quietly said. Mike looked unimpressed. "Think about it," I said, "She's quick on her feet, she's cautious, she's focused. Look how good she was at jumping over all the shelving in the cash carry. Plus she's good with a gun." "A pellet gun," said Mike. "So? It's still a gun," I said, "Come on, she could help us. You can look in the buildings with Troy and she can stay in the car with me." Mike wasn't happy but I managed to convince him to let the girl come with us. I handed her one of the large steak knives we'd collected from the kitchen and told her that if she was going to come with us, a knife might be better than a pellet gun. "So," I said to the girl, "Are you going to tell us your name?" The girl seemed unimpressed and looked at me like I was some sort of saddo. "Let's just go," she said.