My final year of little school.... I'm going to miss this place, so friendly and we hardly ever get homework, my sister says you get tonnes of the stuff at big school. We're going on a school trip soon, just before valentines day. All my friends are going, sept Suzy. She's got the flu, she missed her jabs this year (she has asthma, you see), didn't think she needed it. I feel sorry for her, it's not every day you get to go to Singapore.
It's so wierd! Hardly anyone's at school, so all we do is doss about! It's great! My sister keeps telling me that I shouldn't laugh about it, though, and dad makes me wear this stupid mask all the time. Mum doesn't want me to go to school at all, but dad says that would be silly. I wish he'd listen to mum more often! Apparantly there's been trouble in all the cities, riots and stuff. Specially Manchester. My friend's cousins have come up here to stay because of all the trouble down there.
Snow day! Me and my sister built this snowman in the front garden. Then we went sledging, mum doesn't feel well, so dad stayed behind to look after her. I tried calling on my friends, but most of them are ill, and all the other's aren't allowed out. I'm glad my parents aren't so tight.
I'm so bored.... school's still closed, no one's going out, everyone's ill. Most of my friends are ill and can't go outside. Poor Jimmy Bee and his la'al sister're in hospital. His sister got it in nursery and gave it to him, everyone's saying. They'e built loads of these... wierd homemade hospitals, like. Wakker-Quakkers, they're called, after them boat busses in Scouse-land, because they move around and are filled with Quack Quacks, my sister says. They have these cos all the hospitals are full up. My friend tried to get his mum to hospital and they just told her to bugger off, basically.
They've set up this shanty-hospital by the mere, now. All white tents and everything. A while ago at school we did about the American Civil War, and that's what those tents make me think of, field hospitals. Mum's really ill now, and dad's all out of fettle as well, but he won't go to the Mere-Hospital. He says I mustn't go there, but like a week ago me and my friend Joe snuck out to have a look. That place is huge! And you can hear the coughing from a mile off, no joke. I havn't seen Joe for a while, though.
Mum's gone.... I can't believe she's gone.....
You can see fire on the fell, and when the wind blows from the sea there's this... smell. It absolutley reaks. My sister says they're burning bodies from the Meerospital, but I think she's lying. She always lies. At night I can hear people smashing in all the shop windows and burning the buildings, sometimes I watch them from my bedroom window. I keep thinking that maybe they'll burn down our house next. Dad's too ill to get out of bed, now, too. I don't want to loose my dad...
They say there's a cure, being shipped in from America. It's dead expensive, though. The people at the Priory are buying loads of it to give to the ill people because all the doctor's have been emptied. This crazy guy walks around town with a sign saying that it hasn't been tested and it's dangerous. Doesn't matter, they're only giving it to ill people, and I can't collect for my dad because I'd have to take him with me to prove I weren't trying to rip them off, or something. I can't carry him 4 miles on my own, since I haven't seen my sister in about a fortnight. I think she's run away....
Someone must have found a pub still with booze in it or something. I see people stumbling around outside, specially late at night. They usually only groan and wonder about, but yesterday there were this big fight outside, I could see from my window. A big bunch of them attacked this guy with a rucksack. He put up a fight, but they beat him and dragged him off out of sight, but I could still here him scream.
The army runs everything now. They didn't send many troops round here, but you still see them about, but there were so few people here to begin with that there's only, like, 10 or so troops round. They go through the villages, with their guns and uniforms, gives things a sense of normality and order. They organise food being given out. My food station in the Royal British Legion. The food's rank, but it capps nawt!
Always loved Hallowe'en. Seems to have taken on a different meaning now. Most people who ever fell ill are dead, my dad included. I buried him in the basement. I can go out more often, and I see people lying dead on the floor. Sometimes I see other people, alive, I mean. We talk, and swap things and stories. No one went outside this Hallowe'en.
Happy Birthday! 12 years old, now. I'wr listening to the radio this morning. Big news in America, all the headlines are saying "We Lost a Zombie" or something like that. It's a bit rediculous, but you get funny people like that , I spose. I'd say like that man with the vaccine billboard, but he turned out to be right, weren't he....
Late November 2007
I haven't seen any soldiers in a long while. I keep hearing noises from the basement. I can't stay here any more. The food's stopped coming, and all the bodies that lay in the streets have gone. I don't know what's going on any more.