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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty Nine

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Mary called. She sounded terrified, apparently the cult house was overrun, and she managed to get away with a few of them, but they don’t know where they’re going. They’re just wandering through the night.

I told her to take some pictures of what she can see and try to stay put, while I talked to Martin. We had a massive row about it, but I wouldn’t let it go. I understand that he’s angry with her, for basically tricking us into shacking up with the modern day equivalent of Heaven’s Gate, but she is still his mother.

We couldn’t figure out where she was from the pictures, but we’ve set out to see if we can find her. No sign of them so far, but I’ll make sure that we drive all night if we have to. He might not see it now, because he’s blinded by rage, but he’s lost too much already, and he won’t take another loss.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty Eight

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I’m on patrol with Martin tonight. It’s been pretty quiet, which makes me a little nervous, but hopefully it stays that way. We’ve only seen one so far, beyond the fence, but we got it anyway, just to be on the safe side, and I got it, so I feel extra proud.

It’s quite weird patrolling with Martin sometimes, we just sort of walk around, in the moonlight, hand in hand, talking, like everything is normal again, like we’re on a date or something, sometimes, we even stop and kiss, but then, there’s a noise, or a shadow, and we spring into action, crossbows at the ready (he’s decided I’m finally ready for one of my own…) like we’re the heroes in some kind of movie.

Haven’t heard much of Frank on the radio, which is a shame. I’ve had it in most days, but he’s not been broadcasting. Twitter has been down a lot, but when I got on this afternoon, things looked rough in London, so I hope he’s alright. It’s strange, feeling so connected to a stranger on the radio, but he has been a beacon of hope to a lot of people, so I suppose it’s only natural.

I tried Mary’s number again, but there was nothing. I might ask Martin if we can drive down and see her again, tomorrow. Not tonight though, he’s in too good of a mood and I don’t want to spoil it by starting a row.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty Seven

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We’ve found a new home. It’s an empty farmhouse, near the coast. It’s beautiful, but it took a while to clear out all the infected. There’s a barn, and a few fields for us to plant some stuff when the spring comes, and, best of all, hot water!

We’ve unpacked the cars, and we’re going to alternate shifts during the nights, with two of us doing one night and the other two doing the next, and so on and so forth.

Jude helped me and Martin with putting up some fences, while Thomas did the dinner. Jude’s been a lot better since the beach yesterday, he seems a lot brighter, which is good. He’s a sweet little thing, so I’m glad to see him doing better. We’ve put fences around the perimeter, and the back of the barn, so we should be okay for the moment, but we’ll do regular sweeps every day.

I tried calling Mary tonight, but I couldn’t get through, the phones barely work these days, so I’m not surprised. I hope she’s okay.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty Six

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It’s been a rough few days, so Martin decided we could all use a break.

He set out dead early, and wouldn’t say where he was going. I tried to stop him, but you know what he’s like, and he did have his trusty crossbow, so I relented eventually.

I could barely sit still while he was gone, sick with worry, and I felt so relieved when he came back about lunch time. We packed up the cars and he told the lads to follow us.

I asked where we were going but he just tapped his nose and grinned like an idiot. My beautiful idiot. We drove for about an hour before arriving at a gorgeous beach. He’d spent the morning clearing it of infected, so that we could have a picnic together.

It was just what we needed. I felt so normal, so free. A couple of beers, a little paddle in the sea, kissing my husband without worrying. It was beautiful.

I can still feel the waves against my legs, as I lay here in the tent, snuggled up with Martin. He’s asleep now (he’s definitely earned it) and I won’t be far behind him.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty Five

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Had a long talk with Jude today. We talked about his mum, and how much he missed her. At first, it was awkward and I barely knew what to say, but after a while, I just got lost in talking about the happy memories he had.

He asked me about my mum, and for a moment, I had almost forgotten that she was in the past now. With everything that’s gone on, it was like I forgot that she’d been lost too.

Jude says I’m the only one who understands him, because we’ve both lost our mum’s to those… things (that’s what he calls the infected, always with the pause) and I suppose, he’s right. I just wish he didn’t have to understand. I wish she was still here.

Mainly driving for the rest of the day, we saw a few infected along the way, but they couldn’t outrun Martin and Thomas’s driving.