I was about to leave when the garage door opened up.
"Oh... I thought you might not be here."
"I am... I've just got here. I went into work and they sent us home after the broadcast. Did you hear it too?" He asked as I saw him look me over.
"Yes. It's awful. Look what are you going to do? You aren't going to stay...? Are you?" I asked not sure why I asked.
"No. I'm going to see if my brother and sister are okay." He stated.
"Where do they live?" I asked.
"They both live in Kent." He said as I felt glad that I had stopped here.
"Kent? That's where my parents live. We are going there now. Why don't you come with us. It's best if we all stick together for support. Don't you think?" I asked.
"Yes... that's a good idea, but I'll drive my van and follow you. Where abouts in Kent do they live?" He asked.
"In Maidstone. What about yours?"
"Broadstairs... It's a seaside town not far from there. We will go to Maidstone first, then to there. Who's your friend in the car?" He asked as I saw him stare at Cindy.
"Oh that's Cindy. Her family live in Wales, so we were going to collect my parents and then drive to Wales. My parents have a large motor home too... so I want to get it and travel in it. Why don't we get your brother and sister and all go together. Cindy's mother lives in the countryside, so we might all be safer there." I hoped he would say yes.
"Great... the countryside sounds like a good idea. We most probably will need to get away from large towns like London and even Kent at some point... Hey... have you tried calling anyone at home? I've been calling my brother and he isn't answering." I wondered if the phone lines were down now too.
"It's the same for me I'm afraid. And yes... I think the countryside would be a safer place to be." I said.
"We have to go to mine first to get some things and then to Cindy's. Is that okay?" I asked hoping he would follow me there.
"No problem. I'll just pack my van up with some gear. Some food and water... you know. I've been collecting it since I saw the dead the other day." He said flippantly.
"The dead? What do you mean by that?" What was he talking about? Is that what they were called now?
"You know the funny walking, biting people that look dead and they’re probably dead from the virus, which has turned them into biters." He stated.
"I hadn't thought of it like that but I suppose you could be right. Is that what you're calling them now? The biters?" I asked as my head tried to get used to this fact.
"I suppose... come on let's get cracking. We need to move." I nodded trying to keep calm. I wondered if Tim was right.
I watched him load up boxes into his van. There were quite a few of them too. As I got into the driver's seat, I saw Tim out of my rear view mirror. He was taking a long gulp from what looked like a bottle of red wine. I felt nervous at the thought of him drinking alcohol at a time like this.
I started the engine and we made our way to my flat with Tim following behind us in his van.
4. Lydia Brown - Bitten
We arrived safely at my cottage in South London. I gathered everything that I needed along with some food, and after that, we all made our way to Cindy's place. There were people everywhere getting into their cars. Everyone wanted to leave it seemed.
Cindy lived a few roads away in a flat. The building was a huge tower block, so we didn't know what to expect.
"Hey... Lydia, I think we should be careful when we get inside that building. We don't know if anything is lurking or if it's safe here." Tim said cautiously.
"I'm sure it will be fine Tim. It was okay on my street." I announced flippantly.
"Well... I just want to be ready." He said picking up a couple of sticks and a knife from his car boot.
"Why are you bringing that?" I asked.
"We have to be ready." Tim replied with a stern expression on his face.
He stood by the trunk of his van and took a swig of drink from a bottle before setting off. I was certain now that he was an alcoholic, because he just wouldn't leave the drink alone. I hoped, when it ran out, he wouldn't go crazy.
I was feeling a little anxious already. Cindy seemed quiet as usual, as we followed Tim into the building. We got into a lift and went up to the sixth floor.
The lift stopped. The doors opened. Tim was about to look out into the corridor when something came for him. It was one of those weird, biting people. A woman, limping and bashing against the doors to try and get one of us. She tried to bite us. We desperately tried to push her out of the lift. All I could see was her mouth opening and closing. Blood dripped from it, as if she'd just been eating someone else's guts. It was awful. I screamed. Cindy, frantically, screamed even louder, whilst Tim used his stick to get her out of the lift. In the end she came at us and got a hold of Cindy's arm; biting it. Blood dripped everywhere and Cindy screamed in agony. Her screams echoed loudly inside the lift. I was sure that others would be able to hear them.
The worst thing was, I felt sick at the sight of blood pouring from Cindy's arm. It had
