Emeline and the Mutants

Emeline's Journal Part 1

Emeline Hart's Journal (Found in the roof cavity of the abandoned Hart residence)

January 8

Things I never want the world to forget about Angus:

He's smart, but studies for fun I met him at Uni. We were both studying ancient cultures His father expected him to follow in his footsteps and become a media tycoon He's stinking rich, but he's not pretentious about it, not one little bit When he eats ice cream he always 'accidently' gets some on his face - just to annoy me His favourite pet was a dog named Minnie His hair is brown and curls up over his ears when he needs a hair cut I love him

January 9

I met Angus after work today. I needed a beer something fierce! Right from the moment he walked into the bar, I knew something was up. He looked like crap, that's for sure and if I didn't know any better, I would think he'd already started drinking without me. I quizzed him, but other than saying he had a headache, he insisted he was okay.

January 10

I'm hiding in the roof cavity of my house. 

I should have known better last night. Angus was sick, not drunk. But not good sick - Haum sick.

This is my first encounter with zombies. Sure I've met a whole bunch of vamps and weres - most of them being my family - and I even know a bit about merpeople (well, actually 'people' is no longer correct since all the mermales seem to have been eaten by their spouses), but zombies are new to me.

I am peering down through a small hole I punched in the ceiling with my biro. Angus can smell me, but he can't work out where I am. I wish I didn't have to do what has to be done. I wish Angus was like me - immune.

I don't want to shoot him.

I still love him.

January 11

I managed to move a roof tile so I can see the moon now. I am running out of water but still have a whole bunch of muesli bars left.

Here is what I have learned about zombies:

Slurring is the earliest sign. Angus was slurring for at least 10 hours before any other symptoms appeared. Forgetfulness. Angus rang me at work to ask where he lived. Runny, oozy eyes are the first physical symptom. When I got home from work, Angus was sitting on my doorstep and it looked like he was crying. I was lucky he didn't kill me then. The pus comes next. The weeping from the eyes very quickly turns from a clear liquid into yellow mucus. Then they start sneezing and coughing up more of the pus. Zombies really do shuffle. They are about as intelligent as a rock on a slow day. Their sense of smell is phenomenal. They can't climb. They are very patient.

I can't do it. I can't kill the man I still want to kiss.

January 12

I think I have come to terms with what I did yesterday. 

Angus is no more. 

I shot him in the head and the books were right about that.

I wish I had the courage to kill him earlier. Now the only image I have in my head of my boyfriend is that of a decomposing creature. I watched him rot right there in front of me as I sat in the roof with the manhole open. He knew I was there; it just never seemed to occur to him to look up.

I am still in the roof cavity. My water is gone but I can't move. I just want to lie down and die.

I don't want to have to see him up close.

I still love him.

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