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

Day 747: Wednesday 12th September 2018

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Day 747
Wednesday 12th September 2018

I'm finally out of that sh*tty little room and I can finally start writing my diary again but I feel like I've jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Thanks to Anne leaking information to me I finally managed to get into this fake town 'Feemk Oak.' However, when I arrived at Harold and Mia's big posh house, the sh*t had hit the fan. The clone version of me had been shot by Rick, become infected and then taken a chunk out of Rick's neck. Sadly Rick shot and killed Anne. I do feel sad about this. It's thanks to Anne I was able to get out of that dingy room and be reunited with the others (even though none of them remember anything). I can't feel too sad, because I didn't really know Anne and to honest my focus was still on finding Auntie Meryl and Leo. I must say though, after Rick gave me Leo to hold and then snatched him off me, I felt quite glad to see him dead on the floor. It felt even better to know he'd been killed by an infected cloned version of me. Karma, perhaps.

We're now in this big, white clinical room being observed by ACROBAT. I burst into Harold's dining room yesterday hoping that we could restore our memories, find the others and get out of here, but unbeknown to me Harold had secretly contacted Goyle who turned up, gassed us all and brought us to this clinical looking room. ACROBAT want to spend a few days monitoring our behaviour. Apparently, viewing how someone who has not had their memories altered (me) interacts with people who have had their memories altered (everyone else) might be able to provide useful data which ACROBAT can use to help them decide on how to secure the future of the human race. Personally I think that's a load of b*llocks. How the Hell is watching us all interact going to help the future of the human race. I don't trust Harold, I don't trust Goyle; in fact I don't trust ACROBAT. We've all just got to get on with life, stuck in this clinical box and being observed by the dozens of cameras placed on the ceiling coving all around the room. I feel like I'm on Big Brother. I hate Big Brother.

As everyone doesn't remember everything about their real lives, I've been having to fill in the gaps and answer loads of questions. TJ and Trudy asked me about Primark and what happened with Aldi. I got a bit upset telling them what had happened. "I wish we could get upset too," said Trudy, "But I don't remember any of this. Why would I call my kids Primark and Aldi?" "Because you're an insufferable chav," I bluntly said, "And TJ's a bullsh*tting gobsh*te. You know you're not really together don't you? When all this is over, you'll realise that you don't really like each other than much." "That sounds horrible," said Trudy, "I don't want to turn into some annoying chav who doesn't have TJ in my life." TJ grabbed hold of Trudy's hand and gave her a kiss. "Listen to me gorgeous," he said, "I'm not going anywhere." "This isn't real," I said, "You're acting on all those false memories. TJ, you think Mike's dead but he isn't. He escaped with Roz." "So I've got to choose between a life with Trudy or getting my brother back?" said TJ, "That doesn't seem fair." "Well if Mike really is alive," said Trudy, "Maybe we can keep our memories, stay together and still have Mike in our lives." "Mike will get us out of this," I said, "He's like a dog with a bone when he gets going."

I told Parrissa about how we met and explained that she sometimes gave the impression that she was from another planet. "Well that doesn't sound like me at all," said Parrissa. "Trust me," I said, "You're off your head. I've never met anyone like you. I think this is the first time I've spoken to you that I haven't wanted to gauge my eyes out with spoons." "Well if that's the case maybe it's best I stay like this," said Parrissa. "But this isn't who you are," I said. "But it's who I could be," said Parrissa, "It's who I want to be."

I spoke to Richard and told him how I'd met him at the zoo and how his mate Thomas brought our kids to The Base. "I don't remember anyone called Thomas," said Richard, "All I do know is that I don't want to go back to being a miserable so and so. I like being happy and looking on the bright side." "No you don't," I said, "You just think you do." "Well if I think something," said Richard, "Isn't that the truth?" "No," I bluntly said, "If I look in the mirror and think I see a tall hunk with a six pack it doesn't mean it's true. I want to be a hunk with a six pack but I'm not. You want to be a cheery bloke, but you're not. The truth is that you're a right miserable b*stard." "Well maybe I'll tell Harold that I want to stay like this?" said Richard. "Even if it's all based on lies?" I said. "Oh I don't know," said Richard, "I guess we all need to do some thinking."