I Am Clean

After last night, my sleep was broken with images of what I witnessed.  Beth, Fran, and Don have seen infected people today.
Fran is traumatised, she saw the family across the road stumbling about inside the house.  She knew them, she had looked after the little girl when the parents had gone away.  The little girl was stumbling around the garden, almost as if to show people what had happened.

Beth is looking after Fran just now, and George is keeping watch.  I’ll take over at about 8ish for the night watch.

I’m looking out over North Road at the moment.  There are a dozen or so infected people out there.  They’re bumping into each other most of the time, but about five minutes ago a rabbit hopped out of a hedge and they all stood alert before jumping at it.
These people are not organised and don’t appear to be clever.  Hope for us yet, perhaps.

A bottle of whisky still induces a banging headache…

Monopoly forfeits with rum, tequila, and some special juice – one of Don’s concoctions – is not good.

Back to bed.

Bliidy Georg anr blody mononoply.  Drunking insed of pating fones.

Very dunky.

Even after the initial news a little over a week ago, there was some noise at night.  Drunken locals or students stumbling about and making a racket.  Last night was the first time it was completely quiet, not even the seagulls were making a sound!

It gave me a little time to wonder how long we’ll have water and power for.  I’ve got a couple of crates of water, plus the van out back has about twelve water cooler bottles of water in, I’ve also got a gas burner and a paraffin burner, but they won’t last forever either…

Today’s plan is to play Monopoly apparently.  George loves the bleeding game and so the rest of us have to suffer…
I think I’ll try and contact some friends in other parts of the country, see what it’s all like with them.

It’s been a tiring day.  I didn’t realise that Fran and I had so much stuff.
The ground floor is pretty much vacated now and the stairs have been almost completely destroyed.

Time for bed.

The first of inevitably more is outside right now, gnawing at a small rabbit, which until a few seconds ago was still kicking away.

It’s sickening, but we can’t turn away.  I just hope it doesn’t know we’re here.

Got to get on with moving crap upstairs.

Last night wasn’t too bad.  In fact at the moment we might as well have not gotten any news, it was like any other night.
Up until now we’ve been fairly active, but we decided last night to stay in no, we won’t feel safe outside.

I’ve spoken to some friends and they are safe, which is a relief.  One of them actually joked about “how cool it was to be putting their zombie contingency plan into action”.  Not cool in my mind, bloody scary.

Today the plan is to vacate this ground floor flat and move upstairs.  It might not be safe here shortly.  George and Beth and kindly let Fran and I move in.  There will have to be a lot of compromises from now on.