I’ve been reading Henry’s posts. Sounds pretty shitty up your way – I think we’re a day or so behind.
It’s been a busy couple of days for us too. The street is half empty at the moment – as half the people have packed up and left. Next door said they were going to get the Eurostar and camp out in France until all this blows over. They set off yesterday and promised they’d drop me an email when they arrived. I’m still waiting for it.
We’re staying here. The train’s aren’t running up our way – so there’s no guarantee they’ll be running in Dover, or even London for that matter, and with the Garages shut we don’t have enough petrol to make a round trip of it. Who’s to say its any better there?
We saw our first one yesterday. He looked like a drunk at first, and lord knows we get plenty of them stumbling down the street. It wasn’t until he started fumbling at the door to someone’s house, eventually banging and clawing at it that we knew something was up.
We watched out of the window while a couple of the local kids started throwing stones and cans at him. At first it didn’t react, but suddenly it spun around and shot towards them. They were gone like lighting up the street, and it sloped off after them.
Following that little wake-up call we’ve wedged the coffee table against the downstairs door, which should do until we can come up with something a bit more secure. Scraped some of plaster off the walls getting the bloody thing down the stairs though. Hopefully won’t come out of our deposit!
There’s about half a dozen of them wandering about outside at the moment, including what looks like one of the kids from yesterday. We closed the curtains and watched the Die Hard films. Kind of wishing we had some Romero ones to pick up tips from. Anne thinks I’m odd.
They still look just like normal people, not zombies. It isn’t right.