toll for Manchester has now reached over 100,000 in the last 48 hours" came the voice from the newscaster.
"The government has urged all citizens to stay indoors, do not open the door for anyone, I repeat, do not open the door for anyone"
The screen jumped back to the scenes we had just witness, it was a repeat broadcast.
We sat there for a few minutes in complete silence. All the hairs on my arm stood up and I couldn’t help but shiver.
"Is this really happening?" I finally broke the silence.
"I believe so" Andy solemnly replied. "I suggest we do as they say. We're safe here, we’re certainly not going to let anyone else in, and there’s not a chance I'm going out there" his previous optimism fading out.
"We need to find out more about this virus, I don't know what's caused this, but I am not going to end up like those things walking around out there" Nick added.
From out of nowhere, Duckface shrieked "Oh my god no, I can’t believe it, Jane’s dead!"
We all turned to her, "how the hell do you know that?" I asked. She looked up from her phone. "It's on Facebook" she exclaimed. "Sophie has just posted this, look"
The post read like this:
Idk what's going on here, but I've just been attacked by some weirdo on my way home, I'm fine but Jane got hurt. He bit her in the neck and she fell. There was blood everywhere and she didn't make it. Someone please help wtf do I do?!
I scrolled down and her newsfeed was filled with posts asking for help, and RIP messages for the fallen and infected friends and family members.
I handed back her phone. I couldn't believe what was going on, and how far this had spread in such a short time.
My mind went back to the factory floor. The sight of the poor, old caretaker John being devoured by my ex colleague Diane. It was horrific, and it was going on all around us. I thought back to the way Diane looked at the window in the office. She had no emotion, just a vacant, blank expression as she tried to smash her way through the glass.
The sound of a camera shutter brought me back from my daydream. I looked towards the sound. Despite all the chaos and misery going on all around us, Duckface was sat on the end of our sofa, holding the phone up whilst tilting her head, her lips puckered. I couldn’t believe it, she was taking a selfie!
I couldn't bite my tongue anymore. "What the hell are you doing you vain, inconsiderate bitch!" I screamed at her. "People are dying all around us, and all you can do is take pictures of yourself. You don’t give a shit about anyone else. That’s it, either get your head of your arse or get the fuck out of my house.”
She just glared at me, without saying a word she got up and stormed into the guest room.
I wasn’t sorry. She was in dire need of a reality check. No one got up to follow her out, even Andy stayed with us. He looked at me apologetically.
“Right, we need to figure out what we’re going to do. We can’t stay here forever, eventually we’re going to run out of food. I’m already starting to go stir crazy trapped in here”
Nick and Andy nodded. We tossed ideas back and forth. “As long as we have electricity, I think we need to make the most of it. We don’t know how long it’s going to last.”
I agreed with Nick. We grabbed every single electronic device we could. Phones. Laptops, Tablets, everything that could be charged got plugged in. We decided to keep all devices charging at all times, just in case.
I spent the rest of that day cooking all the fresh and frozen food, freezing what I could, just in case we lost power.
We spent the next 3 days after that, making our way through our entire film collection, just to keep ourselves occupied. In this time Duckface and I never spoke a word to each other. Quite frankly, I preferred it that way.
The screams from the outside world that could be heard, were less constant. Nights became more peaceful as the noise