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

Day 735: Friday 31st August 2018

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Day 735
Friday 31st August 2018

What a dramatic, stressful and intriguing day. I'm out of the hotel and I've thrown myself on the mercy of a rather unexpected saviour.

I woke up in my sh*tty hotel room on my terribly uncomfortable bed, getting hardly a wink of sleep and having ANOTHER bad dream about Rick. This time I was sat in the same dingy room at the same dingy table but Rick was pacing up and down. He looked angry and sounded stressed, but I can't remember the details of what he was saying. WHY THE HELL AM I DREAMING ABOUT THIS RICK GUY!?"

Once I'd gotten dressed I realised how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten anything in nearly twenty four hours and was starving. I needed food and something to drink but I still need to keep my head down. I left the tacky hotel and walked down the road to a little run down corner shop. I walked inside and grabbed an egg mayo sandwich from the shelf, a can of diet coke from the chiller and a packet of salt n vinegar crisps. I walked over to the counter, joined the queue and waited to pay for my food. As the cashier scanned my items I collected all the lose bits of change out of my wallet and prepared to pay. "Southside Cemetery. Tomorrow. 8pm," a voice from behind, quietly said. I frowned with confusion as I turned my head and noticed a woman stood behind me wearing dark clothes and weird hood thing which covered up most of her face. "Sorry?" I said, "Did you say something?" "Southside Cemetery. Tomorrow. 8pm," the woman quietly repeated. "You what?" I said, sounding very confused. "Destroy your phone," the woman quietly said. She then quickly turned round and left. "Oi, hang on, wait a minute!" I loudly said. The man behind the counter didn't let me leave until I'd paid for my goods. I rummaged around my wallet, finished gathering the coins I needed to pay for my items, slammed them down on the counter, grabbed my goods and quickly raced out of the shop. I looked left, I looked right and looked straight ahead. The woman had gone. This was REALLY weird. Who was this woman and more importantly what the Hell was she going on about. As I opened my packet of salt n vinegar and started munching on handfuls of crisps, I pondered on what the woman had said as I walked down the street and made my way back to the rundown hotel. On route I suddenly felt slightly anxious. I could hear the footsteps of someone walking behind me and as the volume of the footsteps increased so did my anxiety. I decided not to turn round but I did start walking faster. That's when I heard the pace of the footsteps behind me also increasing. I was convinced I was being followed and that it was either the mysterious woman or that ACROBAT had found me and were here to snatch me, lock me up and f*ck with my memories. I put the opened packet of crisps in my jacket pocket and then reached into the pocket of my jeans and firmly gripped the nail clippers that I'd taken from Naomi's yesterday. I took a deep breath, tensed my body and filled with adrenaline I quickly turned round, prepared to confront my follower and potentially defend myself. I was confronted by a woman in her mid-thirties with a very innocent and slightly ditzy look on her face. She was wearing sunglasses and had her hair in a ponytail. "Oh, excuse me," she gently said, "I'm sorry to both you, but I'm looking for Hanover Street, I was told it was around here somewhere. Do you know where it is? I'm a bit lost." I gave a huge sigh of relief which the woman noticed. "Are you OK?" she asked. "Sorry," I said, "It's just you gave me a fright. I heard your footsteps and I thought you were going to jump me or something." The woman chuckled. "Oh imagine," she giggled. "Sorry, I've just had a stressful few days," I said. I felt really stupid. I've got to stop being so paranoid, I said to myself – not everyone I meet is out to get to me. The woman ushered me down the street and pointed in different directions. "Well I thought Hanover Street was over there," she said, pointing, "But then someone told me it was over there. I just don't where I'm going and I'm late for an appointment." "Sorry," I said, "I don't know where Hanover Street is either." I suddenly noticed something in the reflection of the woman's sunglasses. It was a man, in his mid-thirties slowly approaching me from behind with what looked like a needle in his hand. Sh*t! I thought to myself. It's ACROBAT! They've found me. The woman could see that my facial expression had suddenly changed which caused her to adopt a serious and stern expression. With two against one, I knew the odds weren't in my favour, so the second I saw the woman's face changed I legged it. "GET HIM!" the woman yelled. I ran as fast as I could down the street. I hurried past the shop, zoomed passed the houses and hurried passed all of the cars that were parked in the street. I ended up turning a corner and running down an alley way with a dead end. "SH*T!" I loudly said. Realising that there was no escape I turned round and faced the man and woman who appeared in the entrance to the alley way and slowly started approaching me with determined expressions on their face. "Stop right there," I firmly said, holding my hand out in a defensive manner, "I mean it. If you come anywhere near me . . ." "Luke, just calm down," said the woman, "We don't want to hurt you." "Yeah, like I believe that," I snapped, "You don't want f*cking directions." "We just want to help you," said the man. "You don't want to help me," I snapped. "We do," said the woman, "You can trust us." "Yeah right," I bluntly said, "Because the actions of people who lie to you and sneak up behind you with a needle are totally trustworthy aren't they." "It's just something to calm you down and help you relax," said the man. "F*ck off," I snapped, "I don't need to relax." "I think you do," said the woman. "I think you should mind your own business," I snapped. The pair continued slowly walking closer to me. "Please Luke," said the man, "Just don't make this any more difficult that it has to be. It'll be over in less than a minute." "If you take one step, you'll be over in less than a minute," I snapped, "I'm serious. I don't want to have to fight but I will." "No one needs to fight anyone," said the woman. "Look, I'm trying to give you fair warning," I said, "If you try and stick me with that thing I'll defend myself." The atmosphere intensified as the confrontational pair were slowly getting closer. A anxious silence followed, my muscles tensed and I could see he look of apprehension on the oncoming pairs faces. "GET HIM!" the woman yelled. The man threw himself forwards and attempted to jab me with the needle. I quickly dodged his attempt at sticking me with the needle, elbowed him in the ribs and kicked him to the floor as the woman threw herself at me. I made a fist with my right hand, clenched it tightly and walloped the fast approaching assailant by giving her a firm right hook, punching her in the face and knocking her to the ground. The whole thing happened so quickly. I felt so surprised at how I'd once again managed to execute such fast and impressive moves. I looked down at the knocked out woman who lay unconscious on the floor and started to compose myself when all of a sudden, the man who was nursing his sore ribs launched himself at me. He threw me to the floor, pinned me to the ground and attempted to retrieve the needle whilst maintaining pressure on my torso and holding me in the place. Seeing that the man was struggling I kneed him hard in the b*llocks, threw him to the floor as he cried out in agony and then grabbed my salt n vinegar crisp packet, emptied the remaining contents on to the man's face and rubbed the crisps into his eyes. He cried out in pain attempting to grasp his battered b*llocks and tend to his stinging eyes. I jumped to my feet and quickly composed myself. I looked up to notice one of the many town's cameras looking down at the scene. Feeling angry and a sense of determination I stuck my middle finger up at the camera, left the man and the woman, abandoned the scene and quickly made my way back to the hotel without arousing any suspicion from passers-by. On route back to the hotel I produced my mobile phone from my pocket and remembering what the mysterious woman had said I threw my mobile phone on the ground, stamped on it hard and destroyed it. Maybe that's how ACROBAT have been tracking me. I certainly think they've been using their many cameras to try and track me down, so I decided to check out of the hotel, get a change of appearance and avoid the cameras as best I can. I realised that as I had all of my belongings on me, I didn't need to go back to the hotel.