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

Day 736: Saturday 1st September 2018

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Day 736
Saturday 1st September 2018

Another tense and rather weird day. I met the mysterious women in the hood but I've also discovered I'm a wanted man.

Last night's Rick related dream was weird. He and I were once again in the dingy room and we were shouting and arguing with each other. Again I don't know what we were arguing about exactly but I know we were really angry with each other.

Not focusing too much on the dream and believing they were now a nightly occurrence, I decided instead, to focus on getting something to eat. I'd had a very uncomfortable night's sleep on a very uncomfortable sofa so I thought a bite to eat might perk me up. Once Lindon had left for work I looked around his kitchenette for something to eat. His fridge was nearly empty and his cupboards were more or less bare. I opened his drawer and he only had one knife and fork. How the Hell does this man look after himself I asked myself.

I left Lindon's little cottage to go and get something to eat. I walked over to the greasy spoon cafe just over the road from the cemetery. I was absolutely starving at this point, and the fact that Lindon is running out of food and I'm running out of money was stressing me out a bit. I walked up to the cafe counter and ordered a sausage sandwich with lots of butter and lots of ketchup. The women behind the counter who had a face like she'd lost a fiver and found a penny didn't look happy that I was ordering sausages. I looked at her with uncertainty and confusion. "Everything alright?" I asked. Saying nothing, the woman just turned around and started frying my sausages. As I waited at the counter I suddenly heard someone say my name. I quickly looked up in the direction of the noise and saw a small portable TV, attached to some sort of fitting in the top left hand corner of the cafe. The programme that was being shown seemed to be the local news. An attractive news reader covered in makeup. All of a sudden my face appeared on the TV screen. It was a picture of me from a few days ago before I shaved my head. My eyes widened and I gasped with shock. "Luke Warm, 42, from North Feemh Oak is potentially armed and believed to be extremely dangerous," said the newsreader, "He is wanted by medical professionals AND police in relation to a number of brutal assaults including threatening two men, including the town mayor with a knife, assaulting his own son with a knife and for yesterday assaulting two medical professionals who attempted to apprehend him. Mr Warm punched one of the medical professionals in the face, rendering her unconscious, and violently attacked the other, rubbing salt n vinegar crisps into his eyes. Luke Warm was last seen in the south of the town leaving a newsagents near GrimView Hotel. If members of the public see Mr Warm they are strongly advised to telephone the police and avoid him all costs." "Oh my God," I gasped, "I'm not 42." Seeing my face on the local news and being made out to be some sort of dangerous criminal on the run was just as shocking as everyone being told I'm 42, although I knew that having my face plastered across the news as a dangerous criminal was more important that people getting my age wrong. I lifted my hood up, covered my face and quickly walked out of the cafe. "Oi! What about your sausage sarny!?" the miserable cow behind the counter shouted. Ignoring her, I walked away from the cafe and then gasped as I saw something which highlighted to me the severity of my situation. Further down the road, a man in overalls was putting posters up at a busy stop. They were posters of me! A zoomed in, blown up image of me looking shifty. A photo that had clearly been captured by the towns CCTV cameras. The caption below my image said 'Wanted. Luke Warm. If seen call police immediately.' I looked down the other end of the street and saw another man in overalls sticking the same wanted posters of me up on a brick wall.  Jesus Christ, I thought to myself, ACROBAT are really going all out to get me. Feeling shocked, panicked and with my body flooded with adrenaline, I kept my head down and returned to Lindon's little cottage.