Sam's injury seems to be healing nicely I'm half tempted to remove my stitches, but I think I'll leave it at least another week.
Other than that nothing occurred of note so I will finally begin the telling of the infamous
Day 4
After I looked at my watch I headed downstairs, picking up my things as I went, but in my haste I left my main bag, the one with what I deemed were my 'important' things, such as the walkie talkie and mp3 player. I was drowsy but I couldn't pass the chance of trying to group up with people. I also think somewhere I must have known...
I opened the door silently and called out. Instantly they all turned to me and tightened their grip on their weapons.
A man, who I supposed was the leader, stepped forward letting go of a pendant attached to a necklace he wore.
"Move to the pavement" he shouted.
I was in darkness so I guessed that they just wanted to see for sure that I was safe. A thought occurred to me though: what if they were like the man I had encountered in the pharmacy. Regardless it was now too late. They knew I was here.
They relaxed when they saw me but not much. He called out again
"Been attacked by any zombies?"
I shook my head "Been chased but I got away yesterday, and the day before. I just walked a lot today." He looked at the others. I wanted to tell them about the family, but thought it was not a good idea as they may think I killed them.
"Wait there" his voice focused my attention again. He turned to the others and motioned them to the middle of where they stood. They started talking. Even though the world was silence I couldn't hear them properly. I just felt funny; the initial shock of seeing the family dead hadn't been shaken off. It made me numb through thinking of my family and what had happened. The world just seemed to mumble to me.
I waited. I waited. I waited. Now that I know what they would have been talking about it makes it seem faster but then it felt like an eternity. I eventually sat down after finding myself shaking. The faint lights of the road side made the whole situation seem a bit sinister. I felt like I was on trial. Indeed I was. When the leader finally turned he smiled.
"I'm Gary, just call me Gar, everyone always has." He walked towards me and held out his hand "We're happy to have you with us. We'll keep an eye out for you obviously as we don't know you but you look honest enough" He motioned to the other six. "Come on, introduce yourselves"
They stepped forward in turn and shook my hand.
Sarah; a well dressed woman. Looked like she was going to work in a shirt and trousers but had a denim jacket on which was slightly torn. She was blonde and reasonably tall. I realised as she walked away she had a knife in her other hand.
Steven; best to describe as smart casual. he had a cap on which would have been no benefit to him at all. He was in jeans and a t-shirt, and it was quite cold out. Short brown hair and my height. He had a 4 or so foot fire axe in his hand
Matthew; bit of a mess if I'm honest. Torn cargo trousers and a vest top with a t-shirt underneath. Brown hair again taller than me (so taller than 5'9). He didn't appear to yet have a weapon
Denis; almost geek chic but I wouldn't really call it chic personally. Shirt with a woollen vest over the top and jeans. He had glasses and loafers as the defining parts of himself. He evidently picked up a frying pan as his weapon, how cliché
Karen; a middle aged woman trying to be all rock and roll. Black attire with chains, tattoos and piercings god knows where. She had a bat.
Charlie; probably the youngest, and it showed, her style was a mix of them all. Clean kept. Vans shoes some godforsaken band's jacket, and even though the world had ended she had make-up on. She too had a knife.
I hope you make another day
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