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

Day 746: Tuesday 11th September 2018

Part 1
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Day 746 by Naomi
Tuesday 11th September 2018
(A LONG ONE - 15 pages)

My name is Naomi, and I'm writing this entry in Luke's Diary because . . . Because . . . I don't know. It just feels like it's the right thing to do. The Luke I know and love is gone. He's dead. . .

A few days ago I met someone called Anne Sutton, a woman in her late fifties. She told me that despite me believing I've been living in Feemh Oak all of my life, I have only been living here for a few days and that the only reason I believe I've been living here longer is because the organisation, masquerading as a fake pharmaceutical company, ACROBAT have tampered with my memory and the memories of Luke, TJ and the others. Anne informed me that they have done this twice in the last few days, using something called a MMM - memory manipulation machine. Anne explained that ACROBAT's reasons  for doing this was so they could insert us into Feemh Oak - a town built by ACROBAT and monitor our behaviour to see if survivors of an apocalypse could live a functional life in a more effective way without the memories of surviving an apocalypse. Anne explained that unbeknown to us, Feemh Oak was not a town outside, it was a purpose built town, inside and underground, and that the world above was in the midst of an apocalypse after a deadly virus infected millions causing them to become cannibalistic-like monsters. Obviously when I first heard this I thought this woman was insane, however, after remembering some weird things, like people I've never met and places I've never been, I started to question things. I noticed other things that didn't make sense; I had memories of taking photos with my phone but when I checked my phone the only photos I had were a few days old. Whilst it was all very hard to get my head around I started to think that, even though it sounded incredibly bizarre, what Anne was saying might be true. Anne told me that for some reason the MMM didn't fully work on Luke the first time and that he still remembered living through the apocalypse but had some memories of his life in Feemh Oak. Anne showed me photos that I had taken of Luke but I had no memory of them. She reminded me that my memory was altered once and after that, I took the photos of Luke (apparently I was a bit more obsessed with him then) and then, due to Luke remembering things ACROBAT didn't want him to, the MMM sent out a signal, altering everyone's memories again and making me forget about taking the photos. A lot to take in, but after speaking to Anne, seeing the photos, looking around the town and now seeing clones and duplicates everywhere (ACROBAT have cloned people and duplicates the clones to make us think we're living in a fully populated town. We haven't noticed due to some awareness impairment chemical, but I'm noticing them all now) I believe Anne.

Yesterday, Anne and I met with Luke. From Luke's point of view this was the first time he'd met Anne but according to her she met him a few days ago and told him everything about the apocalypse, Feemh Oak, ACROBAT and us all having our memories altered then. Luke, understandably found everything hard to believe and he started getting quite angry. One minute it looked like he believed what Anne was telling him and the next it looked like he didn't believe a word she said.

Anyway, after a tense conversation with Anne, she left leaving Luke and I to mull things over.  It was obviously a lot for Luke to take in but I was frankly astounded at his response. He was talking as if it was all a load of rubbish, suggesting that Anne is the one trying to manipulate our memories, not ACROBAT. After what we'd just heard, I found his attitude astonishing. He even said that he had a good life and asked why would he want to change it. I was very surprised to hear him basically saying he'd rather have a fake life full of false memories than a real life full of real memories. I got very angry when it seemed like he didn't give a sh*t about me. He told me his life was good but he didn't care about how sh*t my life was. I ended up having a go at him and storming off feeling hurt and angry. I wish I hadn't have had a go at him now . . .