Luke's Diary: An unlucky man in a zombie apocalypse. Days 601 - 756

Day 678: Thursday 5th July 2018

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Day 678
Thursday 5th July 2018

Bit of a quiet day, which to be honest, is a relief after all the recent drama.

We've been getting to know Rocky a bit more and familiarising ourselves with our new underground home. It's not as nice as a house with a swimming pool and king size beds, but it's warm and we're safe. The musty, coppery smell isn't very nice but I'm sure we'll get used to it. The beds are comfortable enough and we've set up our own toilet system in the old disused staff toilets. There must be power coming from somewhere because the whole facility is lit up with wall and ceiling lights but there's no electricity going to the plug sockets. It's weird being in a power station that doesn't have much power and it reminds me a bit of being trapped underground at the old compound but I'm just glad that we're all together and that we're safe. We explored the other areas of the underground power station that we didn't get chance to explore yesterday. Me and Mike went exploring. The place seems to go on forever. Next to our main room there's a massive area with high ceilings, long walks and some sort of non-functioning machinery in the middle of the room. At the back of the room is a row of control panels, all of which aren't working. There's another door that leads to a long corridor with various doors to the left and right. There's storage rooms, abandoned toilets, large industrial areas, rooms with neglected machinery and other rooms with rusty turbines, neglected engines and large corridors fed pipes. "Bl**dy Hell," said Mike, "This Place is massive," said Mike. "You can say that again," I said. "This Place is massive," Mike repeated. We walked to the end of the long corridor entered the door that it led to and walked into another cast area with huge machinery, technical equipment and more sleeping quarters on raised platforms. "Jesus this place really is huge," I said. "HELLOOOO!" Mike shouted. His voice loudly echoed across the space.  We continued to explore the station eventually finding another steep set of stairs that led to the surface. "So there's two entrances," I said. I looked on the wall to see a rusty old sign. "Look at that," I said, pouting at the sign, "North entrance. We must have entered via the south." Mike went all the way to the stop of the north entrance stairs and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. Mike returned and told me it was sealed shut and locked tight.

Mike and I returned to the main room on the south side of the station and told the others what we'd found. I'm convinced that we're safe here from ACROBAT; certainly from their drones. I think we're about 100 feet underground.

Auntie Meryl was sat next to Rocky, holding Leo. "'Ere Luke," she said, "I've got a question for you." "Go on," I said. "Whose baby is this?" She asked. I froze and gave Auntie Meryl a look of annoyance and dismay." "It's my baby," I bluntly said, "You know this." "Men can't have babies," said Auntie Meryl. "Esther gave birth to him," I exclaimed, "For God's sake, we've been through this. It's Leo." "Leo?" said a confused Auntie Meryl, "Is that his name of his star sign?"  "It's his name!" I loudly said, "God, How many times do I have to repeat myself?" "Well you don't tell me anything," exclaimed Auntie Meryl, "You come and go getting people pregnant, left, right and centre like you haven't got a care in the world." "He's a really cute baby," said Rocky. Auntie Meryl raised her head, looked at Rocky, appeared confused and then looked at me. "Who's this?" she asked. "For crying out, it's Rocky," I said, rolling my eyes, "We went through all this yesterday." "I don't like his air," said Auntie Meryl. Rocky took hold of Leo's little hand. "He really is cute," said Rocky. "Mmmm, do you think so?" said Auntie Meryl, sounding unconvinced and looking down at Leo, "I don't know. He looks a bit odd. Like's he's not properly finished. A face only a mother could love. Look at that piggy nose." "He hasn't got a piggy nose," I firmly said. "Yes he has," said Auntie Meryl, "Look at him. That's the piggiest nose I've ever seen. Let's hope he outgrows it because . . . Well . . . Put it this way; if he doesn't he won't need a mask when it's Halloween." "Auntie Meryl that's horrible," I said. "I don't know why I'm surprised," said Auntie Meryl, "You were an ugly baby." "He's not an ugly baby," I exclaimed, "And I wasn't an ugly baby." "Oh you were," said Auntie Meryl, "You had the same piggy nose as Lee." "Leo!" I firmly said. Auntie Meryl looked at Rocky. "You got kids?" she asked. "I'm on 26," said Rocky. "So?" said Auntie Meryl, "That's old enough to have grand kids these days. Why can't you have kids? You infertile?" "Auntie Meryl, stop being rude," I exclaimed. "I'm trying to get to know Ricky," said Auntie Meryl, "He's hardly said a word since he got here. Maybe he's got a problem with his personality." "It's Rocky," said Rocky. "No, it's that bad," said Auntie Meryl, "It's just a bit dull. I'm sure you can do better if you try. Are you married?" "No," said Rocky. "You gay?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Stop firing questions at him," I snapped. "I'm trying to get to know him," said Auntie Meryl. "I'm not gay," said Rocky. "Oh are you Homophobic?" asked Auntie Meryl. "No," said Rocky. "What's your job?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Well I'm really into arts and tattoos," said Rocky. "So you're unemployed," said Auntie Meryl. "Stop being rude," I said. "Hang on," said Auntie Meryl, "I thought he was a boxer. Has he got a job or hasn't he?" At that point Naomi and Janine appeared. "Why is this guy still here?" she firmly asked "Why is everyone being so rude?" I exclaimed. "Can't I stay with you lot?" asked Rocky, "I feel safe down here. I don't really want to go back up there. Not on my own. Not after what Mike told me about this ACROBAT lot." "We don't know you," said Naomi, "Sorry but we're not a charity and there's no room for strangers. Leave." "Hang on a minute," I firmly said to Naomi, "Who put you in charge. I think you need to wind your neck in." "Oh do?" exclaimed Naomi, "Well I think you need to open your eyes." "Mia leaned in towards me and looked at my face. "Well, his eyes are open," she said. "What are you trying to say?" I firmly asked Naomi. "We don't know him," said Naomi, "And I think it's more than a coincidence that he shows up just after our confrontation with ACROBAT and just BEFORE we leave to come here." We all looked at Rocky feeling a bit confused. He gazed at us with a puzzled look. "I reckon he works for ACROBAT," said Naomi. "Hang on," said Auntie Meryl, "Is he unemployed, a boxer or an acrobat?" "Look I don't know anything about these ACROBAT people," said Rocky, "I just got lucky when I came across you lot." "Naomi, I think you're being paranoid," I said, "In fact I think you're being rude and stupid." "Stupid?" said Naomi, "You thought I had something to do with ACROBAT. I call that pretty stupid." "Yeah well after what happened with Troy I didn't think it was that stupid," I said. "Grow up," exclaimed Naomi, "We don't know anything about this guy. Stop being so naive." "Me naive!?" I loudly exclaimed, "You're the one hanging around with Bellatrix Lestrange." "She saved mine and Sophie's life," said Naomi, "What's this guy ever done? Nothing." "Exactly," I exclaimed, "He's done nothing, so leave him alone. You've got no proof at all that he's got anything to do with ACROBAT." Naomi walked up to Rocky who looked rather anxious. "I'll be keeping my eye on you," she said with an intimidating tone. "Yeah, well I'll be keeping my eye on that evil b*tch," I snapped, pointing at Janine, "I think we all will." Naomi walked off leaving Janine to give me a smug grin. "Me and you together underground," Janine said to me, "It's like old times isn't it?" I was about to snap at Janine when Mike and TJ appeared. "What's going on?" Mike asked. "Yeah," said TJ, pointing at Janine, "How come you're talking to Meg from Family Guy?" "The b*tch is causing trouble," I snapped. Mike turned and gave Janine a menacing stare. "F*ck . . . . . Off," he quietly said with a threatening tone. Janine wanted to stand up to Mike buy it was obvious she was a bit scared. "Go on Meg," said Mike, "F*ck off. Or do you want me to get my chopper out." Janine smiled. "I really don't think your chopper could satisfy me, Mike," said Janine. She then walked off. I did like TJ's name for Janine though. It made me giggle a bit. "Don't worry babes," Mike said to me, "If she keeps p*ssing us off I'll just stab her when she's asleep. Sorted." TJ looked at Auntie Meryl who was giving Leo his bottle. "I reckon this little guy's got the right idea," he said. "Hmm, I don't know about that TJ," I said, "I think the kids are really vulnerable. They've got it tough too." "Lying on your back with a bottle in your mouth, talking gibberish and preparing to get a woman's t*t shoved in your face?" said TJ, "Sounds like a good night out to me." I reassured Rocky that he had nothing to worry about, that he could stay for as long as he wants and that he needs to get more confident and stand up to Naomi.

As we were dangerously low on and much needed supplies Mike, TJ and Mia went out in the Nissan on a run. They came back just before it went dark with canned food, bottled water, nappies and other supplies. "We were going to go to Brickford," said Mike, "But the place is swamped with infected." "Where did you get all this lot from then?" I asked. "There's a motorway service station about half an hour's drive from here," said TJ, "The place has been raised but we got enough food to keep us going." "Any infected?" I asked. "Yeah, a few," said TJ, "But Mia saw to most of them." "That's right," she said, "I got my clunge out and showed them who's boss." The three of them came back with some pretty useful supplies too; baby monitors, rechargeable batteries, camping stoves, fuel; lots of stuff that'll come in useful.

I still haven't changed Leo's nappy. Mia and Trudy have changed them all. I know I need to learn how to change Leo's nappies but after you've fallen head first into one filled with sh*t and then surfacing looking like your face is covered in dark green cake mix, it kind of puts you off. I guess it's something I'm going to have to try and get to grips with. I haven't spoken to Trudy much today. Poor cow is still processing what happened.