Thursday, 28 November 2019

11 The Survivor (Solitude)

I was holed up in that loft for about three days I think

My food was starting to run low and my phone was dead, it died within the first few hours or so, sometimes advances in technology can be a bad thing, I remember my first phone, my dad gave me this old Nokia 3210. I could charge it on a Monday and it would still have charge on Sunday.

Now that was a phone, app store was shite.

I had managed to pull up a floorboard and pick a hole through the ceiling below, if i got close enough to it I can see what was going on below me. I couldn't see much but it gave me some idea as to what was going on down there.

Whatever that virus was that escaped from those labs, what ever it was that started all this,

 I dunno, something is going on, those things that were snooping around the house were definitely zombies but something didnt seem right with them, not that they are right in the first place but you know what I mean?

I have no idea where Im going with this, its just..

You know when you have this feeling that something isnt quite right, thats how Im feeling at the moment,  Huh.. Shit, it has actually happened.

All those zombie movies and TV shows have..
[quiet laugh]

Its the apocalypse baby, roll with it.. Yeah Murphy, I could certainly use your help now..

Everything went quiet after about two days, I waited another day or so, just to be sure before I made my move and ventured back into the house.

I slowly opened the loft hatch, trying to be as quiet as possible, if there was any stray zombies still hanging around the house.

The hatch still made way too much noise for my liking

I slowly made my way out of the loft and down the stairs, being as quiet as I possibly could
Every noise made my heart stop as I froze,  just in case.

I remember how I checked the streets outside as I passed the stairway window, scared stiff incase something saw me

The streets were empty so I made my way to the kitchen remembering that I had left my bag there..

It was still under the table where I left it,
The first thing I pulled out my bag was a charging block. Memory serves me right I was thinking that if I could get even a bit of charge in my phone, I could find out where I was.

I think I stayed in the house for around half an hour or so while my phone charged up before I realised the time.

It was after 11 in the morning so I had about 10 hours daylight if I was lucky
At that moment, all I could think was that I didn't want to be anywhere near that house come nightfall I  checked where I was on my phone to see that I was about 20 miles away from Stratford upon Avon, the home of Shakespeare.

I had been there a few times with Uni so figured that I would at least know my way round,  I couldn't have been more wrong if I tried.





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