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

Day 368: Tuesday 29th August 2017 22:06

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Day 368
Tuesday 29th August 2017 22:06

We are out of the tree and back in the pub but I was surprised to bump into a familiar face today and even more surprised at how much they'd changed.

Earlier in when it was starting to get dark I found myself getting annoyed but I used my annoyance to try and fuel a plan to get out of the bl**dy tree. "Right then," I said, standing up and looking down at the hundreds of gory, ravenous inflected below, "We've got to get out of here. Maybe if I jump out of the tree, over the inflected I can draw them away." "You can't jump over all those infected," exclaimed Mike, "There's hundreds of them. You'd need to be some sort of Olympic athlete to make that jump." "I'm getting p*ssed off with being stuck up here," I snapped. "Don't you think it's nice for us to be spending time alone together with the kids?" said Mike. "Stuck up a tree, with nothing to eat, getting soaked by the rain and mauled at by infected," I sarcastically said, "Oh yeah it's like a walk in the park." "I know it's not ideal," said Mike. "Not ideal?" I exclaimed, "Are you tripping or something? It's a million light years away from ideal. It's getting dark soon and I don't intend on sleeping another night in this tree. This poor kids need some food and they need it a lot more than we do. The pub's only on the other side of the woods." "None of the others have come looking for us," said Mike, "You know what that probably means don't you." "It doesn't have to mean anything," I snapped, "They might be trapped in the pub like we're trapped up here." Mike peered down below and sneered at the infected. "Look at them," he sniggered, "Reaching up for us. Laughing at us. Mocking us. If I had a knife I'd jump out of this tree right now and slash 'em all to bits. Dirty squeakers." "You with one knife against all that lot," I said, "Sounds just as crazy as my idea of trying to jump over them all." "Well maybe someone will come and rescue us," said Mike. "Oh yeah," I sarcastically exclaimed, "Because I'm just that lucky aren't I? Like someone's just going to come and plough into the infected and rescue us." All of a sudden the noise of a loud engine revving up echoed through the woods. I looked to my left and saw a large white, grubby looking van zoom towards the inflected and plough right into the undead hordes. Loud moans were heard as the front of the large vehicle mowed down the infected, drove over their heads and sent many others flying into the distance. Mike looked at me with a surprised and confused expression. "Bl**dy Hell, Luke," he said, "That was good. How did you do that? Now say something about a cheesecake. I'm bl*dy starving." I looked down at the van and saw the driver wind the window down. He was a middle man with lots of stubble and wearing a beanie hat. "HELP US!" I shouted down to him, "WE'VE GOT TWO BABIES UP HERE!" "GET TO THE CABIN!" the man yelled pointing into the woods, "I'LL DRAW THEM AWAY!" The disabled infected started to get back on their feet, as the others, who weren't impacted by the van, started making their way towards the vehicle. As hundreds of the gory undead surrounded the van they started rocking it from side to side. The man in the driver's seat produced a modern looking machine which was clearly an ACROBAT weapon. He pointed the barrel of the gun out of the driver's window and started shooting rapid fire at the infected who were on the right hand side of the van. Some of the infected dropped to the ground dead, whereas others were shot multiple times in the torso and jolted away from the van. This gave the driver just enough time to slam his foot down, drive off and lead the infected away from us. "They're going," I said to Mike with a big smile on my face, "He's leading them away." I looked into the woods and could see the hundreds of infected running after the man in the white van leaving me, Mike and the kids free to get out of the tree. "Come on," I said to Mike, feeling excited and relieved, "Let's get out of here."

We picked up the twins and carefully climbed down the tree and made our way to the ground. "Oh it's good to be on proper sold ground," I said, "Come on let's go." Mike starred running to the right in the direction the van had just gone. "Whoa, what are you doing?" I said to him. "Going back to the pub," said Mike, "Anyway I want to kill a few of those infected squealers and show them whose boss." "You can't go back there," I exclaimed, "That's where all of those infected have just gone. It's not safe. We need to go to this cabin." "We need to get the kids back to their Mum," said Mike. "Yes and we will," I said, "But we don't want to get them AND us killed in the process do we? We need to wait until we know it's safe to get back there." Mike looked uncertain. "Mike," I bluntly said, "All I know is that there's definitely hundreds of infected that way and a cabin that way." "There might not be a cabin that way," said Mike, "That dirty piggie might have been lying." "And he might not have been," I said, "There's only one way to find out."