Trapped!
8:06 AM
Well, against all odds, that damned Westley was actually right about this whole zombie apocalypse fiasco. It's quite unfortunate, truly. Madame Crane and I were to have tea tomorrow morning. Instead, I'm stuck here in this bunker on some tiny, miserable island in the Shetlands. Hildasay, Heldashay or whatever its name is, I don't quite know what it's called but I don't like it. There's no hustle and bustle here like there is in Liverpool.
8:34 AM
Admittedly, Westley probably saved my life by taking me here. From the government broadcasts, it appears half of England has now been "zombiefied" or whatnot. I do quite enjoy, well, the lack of cravings for the contents of the cranial cavity, so I should probably be thankful for that. Also, I've heard from some circles, that zombies lose their sense of etiquette. I'd rather die than become such a model of poor manners and incivility like those dastardly undead.
8:59 AM
Westley's sources for the zombie mess we find ourselves in are quite a curiosity. It appears that the entire world has been caught by surprise by the apocalypse except for the man I'm sharing this bunker with. I saw him five minutes ago on the telephone. I don't know how it's still working but he's using it nonetheless. Anyway, he appeared to speaking with a woman by the name of Madame Cromwell. Something about fruit, maybe, I don't know. I feel like lingonberries shouldn't be Westley's main concern in our current predicament, so I wonder if it is a code for something. It is very strange that he had prior knowledge to the impending doom. Then again, I am very hungry right now, and lingonberries do sound terribly delicious.
9:18 AM
My last bit of writing reminded me of how little food I've eaten in the past day, so I went to help myself to a scone. Now I don't how Westley somehow managed to get this past me, but I learned that we have several sheep on the premises, and they've been here longer than I have. I casually mentioned it to Westley, and he told me not to think about it. How daft! How could I not think about it. If I had brought several hoofed animals here without Westley's knowledge, I'm pretty damn sure he'd be thinking about it afterwards. On the bright side, it was a delicious scone.
10:01 AM
A new piece of news came in from England just now. The prime minister is now a zombie. This information remains unsubstantiated for now, but it serves our government right. If Westley managed to predict the apocalypse, all the resources at MI6 should have been able to as well.
10:45 AM
Excellent news! Madame Crane has survived so far! She was stranded in the Lake District when the would-be conductor of her train was zombiefied. He was killed by a French passenger. Maybe not all of the French surrender immediately. Most, perhaps, but not all. Maybe one day Madame Crane and I shall be reunited.
3:11 PM
At Westley's insistence, I left the bunker briefly for some air. He says that I'll need to learn how to farm and raise the sheep on this tiny island, but I don't see his why that's necessary. I had enough money to buy this island and commission the construction of this bunker, so I easily have enough money to just buy more food.
3:18 PM
After watching more of the news, I have realized why I cannot simply buy more food. I will follow Westley's advice and learn how to farm.
7:31 PM
After being caged up in this bunker for a while, I started thinking about how ridiculous it would be if there's no zombie apocalypse at all, and that Westley had just planned some elaborate prank. Then again, that zombie on the news did look an awful lot like the prime minister.
7:40 PM
I hope every day isn't as boring as this one. Westley suggested naming my journal to alleviate some of the monotony. What a ridiculous, childish thought! I will never do such a thing.
10:23 PM
Dear Thomas Jr,
I'll be going to bed soon. It is late and I am quite sleepy. Westley is outside tending to the sheep. He says we're going to be here for a while, and when he did, I swear I saw the slightest of smiles on his face. It's probably nothing though. I should get to sleep. Westley is going to teach me about root vegetables tomorrow.