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

Day 751: Sunday 16th September 2018

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Day 751
Sunday 16th September 2018

It's been a very traumatic day, full of stress and tension, and ultimately ending in a VERY confusing twist and disaster. 

After everything's that happened today, I'm currently stuck in a small dark industrial styled hall way with only a bit of light leaking in through the shutters below. I've regained control of my frantic breathing and I think I've cried all of my tears out.

The day started as expected; with a tense atmosphere and Caroline and Kyle throwing me dirty looks. Some of the others asked me why I lost it yesterday. "For God's sake," I exclaimed, "Didn't you see what he was doing? He was straddled over me, trying to hit me in the face. When he landed a lucky punch I just lost it." "You can say that again," said Tara. "He didn't land a lucky punch," exclaimed TJ, with a smile, "He's just a better fighter than you. The sugar plumb fairy would make a better fighter than you. You should have come to me. I could have taught you some moves. It's me who taught Uma Thurman how to do that move in 'Kill Bill' where she yanked Daryl Hannah's eye out. I learned how to do that when I was back packing in the Himalayas." "Christ, you don't half talk some sh*te," said Trudy. "Luke, Kyle's your son," said Mia, "And he's only a young teenager. You can't go around hitting him. Naomi what do you think?" "I don't know," said Naomi, "I know he's just a kid but he walks around acting like the big tough guy so maybe we should see how much of a tough guy he is. Anyway, what do you want Luke to do? Just lie there and take a beating from a fourteen year old boy?" "He's always been a bit of a handful, that Kyle has," said Richard, glumly, "People can be a bit of a handful. That's why I tend not to hang around them." "Look," I firmly said, "I'll sort things out with Caroline and Kyle later. Right now all I care about is Auntie Meryl and the kids, not to mention figuring out if Parrissa is spying on us."

All of a sudden there was a strange clunking sound from above. We all jumped to our feet, became alert and adopted defensive positions. I started to get anxious. "What the Hell is that?" asked an angry and scared Caroline. A continuous line of holes suddenly appeared along the top of the each of the rooms four walls, just under the cameras. My anxiety increased. I grabbed hold of Parrissa and gave her a furious look. "Is this something to do with you?" I angrily snapped. Before Parrissa had chance to respond all of the newly appeared holes suddenly and rapidly started secreting knock out gas. "It's gas!" I frantically yelled. We all started running around the room like headless chickens, with some of us staying as low to the ground as we could, whilst others grabbed bedding and covered their faces with the sheets. Our efforts were futile. We were all rendered unconscious.

When we all regained conscious boy we were in a slightly different situation. I opened my eyes to discover I was sat on a white leather seat with my hands tightly strapped to the arms of the seat by some sort of white electric belts, and my feet were tied to the bottom of the seat. I tried to wriggle free but I couldn't budge. I was sealed in tight. The others were sat around me, tied to identical white leather seats. We were all spread out across four near rows. It was a bit like some sort of small, clinical cinema. The white leather chairs were facing a large, white, cinema sized screen. There was a door to the right of the screen and another door to the left. Predictably the room was in keeping with the facility; white tiled floors, plain bright white walls, tall ceilings and with a clinical atmosphere. I tried to turn my head to see if we were all here. "Is everyone alright?" I asked, sounding slightly panicky, "Are we all here." "Yes, we're all here," Naomi said. "What? Even Parrissa?" I exclaimed in shock, thinking this was the moment she was going to be revealed as some sort of undercover ACROBAT spy. "Luke, she's sat behind you," said Naomi. "Hellooooo," said Parrissa, "I'm behind you. It's just like Panto isn't it? Oh I love Panto I do." "Is everyone OK?" I assertively asked, "Kyle, are you alright?" "Like you care," snapped a stroppy Kyle.