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

Day 387: Sunday 17th September 2017 22:27

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Day 387
Sunday 17th September 2017 22:27

After yesterday's terrifyingly traumatic events we've spent most of the day being rather quiet and feeling very subdued. I'm currently writing my diary in a big detached house in the middle of nowhere.

Yesterday morning we all woke up in Kwik Fit feeling very tense. I say "woke up", I'm not sure how many of us actually got any sleep. I know I didn't get much. It was the day of our big ACROBAT confrontation and it was obviously playing on everyone's mind.

In the morning I walked downstairs and saw Courtney sat on the floor a safe distance away from the metal divider looking angrily through the gaps at the infected masses. I looked at her for a moment noticing the furious stares she was giving the undead. "It's not really their fault you know," I said. Courtney turned her head slightly in an unenthusiastic manner. "There's no point in giving them daggers," I said, "They're just casualties of this whole thing like we are. If you want to be angry at someone be angry at ACROBAT." "I am," said Courtney, bluntly. I looked at the hundreds of infected tightly packed into the other half of the building, squashed right up against the metal divider, reaching through the gaps, eager to bite into our flesh. "You probably shouldn't be down here," I said. "You're not my Dad and I'll do what I want," snapped Courtney. "Obviously I'm not your Dad," I said, "I'm too young." "Yeah right," said Courtney. "I am too young," I firmly said, in a defensive tone, "Anyway I'm just saying you shouldn't be down here because. . . " "Because you just want to control me," snapped Courtney, interrupting me, "Because you think I'm some stupid little girl," "Because I'm worried about you and I don't think it's helpful OR healthy to sit down here gawping at the undead," I firmly said, "God, why do you have to always try and push everyone away?" "I know what you all think of me," snapped Courtney, "You think I'm just some big inconvenience." "No one thinks that," I said. "Naomi does," said Courtney. "Well you did nearly let her die," I said. "It wasn't like that, I told you," said Courtney, "Anyway I know what you all think of me. You think I'm useless." "No one thinks you're useless," I said. "Well I'm not useless," snapped Courtney, "And I'm going to prove it. You know I think nearly everyone I've ever met in my life has told me I'm useless. My Mum and Dad thought I was useless, my social worker thought I was useless, even my real parents must have thought I was useful." "Real parents?" I asked. "Well my Mum and Dad weren't my real Mum and Dad," said Courtney, "They gave me away when I was a baby. They thought I was useless. They didn't want me just like you lot don't." "That's not true," I firmly said, "God, out of all the days to pick to have stroppy teenage melt down, you pick today." "Well I am so sorry to be such a pain," Courtney snapped, "You know Josh was the only one that treated me like a human being. I should have stayed with him instead of getting myself stuck with you lot." Courtney stormed off leaving me feeling a bit frustrated. I knew she was angry and upset but her timing to go in a mood like this wasn't great.

We all gathered our belongings and made a quick stock check of all the weapons we had; a few steak knives from the pub and some tools and items we found in the garage. We gave the one remaining ACROBAT machine gun to Matt so he could look the part, so we had nothing to shoot. We placed our belongings in the back of the white van and the rickety van in preparation to leave. We all gathered and I began to give a bit of a pep talk like I used to give to my staff at work. "Right then team," I said. "Team?" said a confused and stroppy Courtney. "Yes," I said, "We're a team aren't we?" "Are we?" said Trudy. "Of course we are," I said. "A team of what?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Just a team of people," I said, starting to get frustrated. "Shouldn't that be a group of people rather than team," said Auntie Meryl. "Oh God," I said, quickly starting to feel annoyed, "It doesn't matter does it?" "Well I don't know," said Auntie Meryl, "You're the one giving the speech." "He's not giving a speech," said TJ, "He's just trying to make himself look important. There's no I in team, Nanna." "Isn't there?" asked Trudy, "I thought it was T-E-I-A-M." "There's no I in team," I said to Trudy. "That's what I've just told you," TJ said to me. "I thought we were a group not a team," said Courtney. "Maybe we're a squad or a gathering," said Trudy. "What do you call a group of fish?" asked Auntie Meryl. "We did that in school," said Courtney, "Most groups of fish are called a school of fish." "So are we a school of people?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Oh for God's sake!" I loudly yelled, "We can't go out there to face ACROBAT as a SCHOOL of people. I mean Jesus Christ come on! I'm trying to give a motivational talk and we've spent half an hour talking about the bl**dy noun that describes us all!" "Is it a noun or a verb?" asked Auntie Meryl. "God!!!" I yelled in annoyance. At that moment there was a loud. Vigorous, repetitive banging coming from the front of the garage. We all gasped, turned around, gripped our weapons and adopted defensive positions. "Its's me!" a voice yelled, "Let me in!" My eyes widened when I realised who it was. "It's Naomi!" I loudly said, "Quick, let her in."