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

Day 367: Monday 28th August 2017 18:17

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Day 367
Monday 28th August 2017 18:17

We're still stuck in this b**dy tree.

The infected below have doubled, actually they've probably tripled in size. I think the cries of Primark and Aldi have attracted even more of them. I know up here, high in the tree, we're safe from the undead but we're slowly dying. I'm not an expert or anything but I'm pretty sure these poor babies are going to need food and liquids soon. Poor Trudy must be worried sick.

In the middle of the night it started raining. It wasn't a heavy shower but I was already struggling to get to sleep due to being propped up against a hard tree so the pouring rain soaked me wet through and increased my discomfort. I sipped a bit of the rain water to quench my first. It was a shame we didn't have something to collect the water and boil it. As the rain fell and hit the ground I couldn't help but think what a waste it all was.

I managed to get a bit of sleep but not much. When I woke up Mike had his top off. He was squeezing his left pectoral and looking down at it with a focused and determined yet confused and frustrated look. "For Gods sake Mike," I said, sounding tired, "Please don't tell me you're trying to breast feed the twins again." "Well they need their liquid," said Mike, fiddling with his pectoral, "And there's got to be some milk in here somewhere." "You're a man," I bluntly said, "I'd be worried if there was. Look, I know you want to help your nephews but you trying to breastfeed them isn't the way to do it."

As I look down at the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of infected I feel really depressed and defeated. Unless there's some sort of a miracle I don't know how or if we're going to get out of this one. I'm so hungry and I'm really worried about the twins.