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

Day 380: Sunday 10th September 2017 20:16

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Day 380
Sunday 10th September 2017 20:16

What a weird and shocking day it's been. I'm still underground in this bl**dy cave but that's nothing compared to when I found out who my mystery saviour is.

When I woke up this morning I had a throbbing headache and my back was aching from sleeping on the solid stone slab. I discovered that a shabby quilt had been draped over me and a rolled up towel had been placed under my head. I was aching all over after my fall and I felt very worried about my obviously broken arm.

As I slowly started to fully wake up I heard some clinking. I rubbed my eyes, looked ahead and noticed a figure wearing black combat trousers and a black hoody with the hood covering their head. The figure was in the corner of the cave with their back to me, crouched down and tending to a little log fire. I felt a tiny bit anxious but I didn't think I had too much to worry about as I thought whoever this person was didn't mean me any harm, especially as they'd dressed my wounds and left me a note. It looked like the mystery person was cooking something or preparing some sort of food as steam rose up from their vicinity and I could hear the sound of water bubbling away. I looked over at the unknown figure and wriggled about slightly to let them know I was awake. I thought this would make them turn round but they didn't. They just carried on tending to the fire. I coughed hoping this would attract the person's attention but it didn't. "Err. . . excuse me," I said, "I'm guessing I've got you to thank for looking after me." The mystery figure carried on tending to the fire as if I hadn't said anything. I frowned with confusion and wondered why I wasn't getting any acknowledgement. "Erm, look," I said, "I just wanted to say thank you. God knows what would have happened to me if it wasn't for you." The mystery person continued tending to the fire carrying on like I hadn't said anything. I was getting a bit annoyed now. It was like they were ignoring me. "Can you hear me?" I said. What a stupid to question to ask. If they weren't able to hear me they weren't exactly going to turn around and say no were they? I sighed, feeling a bit defeated and annoyed. I had no idea why this mystery figure was ignoring me. I started to think they might be deaf. "Look," I said with a firmer tone, "I don't know if you can hear me or if you're ignoring me but all I'm trying to do is say thank you."

All of a sudden the unknown figure rose to their feet. Still with their back to me and staring directly ahead. I frowned with curiosity as the silence lingered for moment. The mysterious person then turned round and faced me. My mouth slowly fell open as I went into shock and adopted a look of absolute dismay. I couldn't believe who I was looking at it. It was Mia! She stood before me with a serious and focused expression on her grubby and slightly weathered face. I gasped and smiled joyfully. "Mia," I said happily as I felt my spine tingling, "You're alive." I tried to move and give Mia a hug but I was still in pain. "Don't move," Mia firmly said, "You've been badly injured. You need to rest." "It's so good to see you. Did you bring me here and see to my injuries?" I asked. "Yes," said Mia plainly, "I've tended to your cuts and bruises, I've dressed your wounds and tended to your head injury. You fell approximately fifty feet on to a pile of dirty mattresses. If they hadn't have been there you'd most certainly be dead. You've got concussion but I think if you rest you'll be OK." "What about my arm?" I asked. "It's broken," said Mia sounding factual and frank, "It should be fine in about six weeks." "Did you do this splint thing?" I asked. "I did," said Mia, "The human body is composed of 270 bones at birth. This decreases to 206 bones by adulthood after some bones fuse together. The bone mass in the skeleton reaches maximum density around age 30. One of your bones may be broken and whilst others may be bruised you currently have 205 functioning bones." I stared at Mia feeling completely shocked and bewildered at her uncharacteristically impressive display of human anatomy knowledge. There was a short silence. "I also tended to the cut on your leg," she continued, "It was obvious from the depth of the wound that you needed antibiotics so I went out and got you some." Mia handed me some antibiotics which I took with some water. I then returned my confused gaze to Mia. "OK," I said, "What's going on?" "I'm giving you antibiotics," said Mia, plainly. "No, I don't mean with this," I said, "I mean with you. What's going on with you?" "I don't understand," said Mia. "Knowing how far I fell," I said, "And knowing all that stuff about human bones. How the Hell do you know all that?" "I looked at the side of cliff face and estimated that you fell approximately fifty feet," said Mia, "And in regards to my knowledge on the number of bones in the human body; that's basic biology." "Yes, Mia," I said, "It is basic biology, but you struggle with basic technology. You told me that you thought an I-pad was something a pirate wore."