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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.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty One

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We’ve been driving for what feels like forever, so we’ve stopped for the night.

Apparently, we are close, and I’ve learned my lesson from last time, so I’m taking Martin’s word for it, although, he apparently has no clue where we’re going either and is just following Mary’s instructions…

He’s been so lovely today. I felt a bit ill earlier (a headache from lack of sleep, he reckons), so he pulled over for a bit and let me get into the back seat so I could sleep for a while, and he kept checking on me all day.

When I woke up, he had the radio on, very softly. It was Frank. We hadn’t heard him for a while, but he was updating everyone about how things were in London. Apparently it’s been brutal. Some of the soldiers had turned against the government and were refusing to “clean up the streets” but there isn’t enough good guys to outweigh the bad. People in London won’t dare to go outside, in case they meet the wrong kind of soldier. The government are spinning it, and saying that the only people shot are infected, but Frank had a soldier on air with him who swears different.

Apparently, a very ill looking Boris Johnson was wheeled out for a press conference too. He didn’t say much, and most of it was Rishi Sunak answering, while Boris stared off into the distance. Frank reckons they’ve tried some kind of experimental treatment on Boris after he (allegedly) got infected, and they’re still working on making him appear more human. I tried to find a clip on YouTube or Twitter, but they’ve all been mysteriously taken down, which kind of makes Frank’s claims seem a bit more realistic, to be honest.

Anyway, zombie PM or no zombie PM, it’s time for bed.

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Thirty

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I managed to get a few hours of sleep, but I feel rough. On the bright side, I’ve had a biscuit, so it’s not all bad.

Mary says she has some friends a few days drive away that might have somewhere safe, so we’re setting off in a few hours, once we all feel a bit more human. Apparently, it’s a pen pal, that she met online, so I have to be honest, I’m a little concerned, but, at this point, beggers can’t be choosers, and if these friends can help, we aren’t really in a position to turn them down. We have supplies, tents and transports, but I’m not sure that we have the will to keep driving around, for however long this takes (potentially forever), so we need to find somewhere to settle, and Mary’s mystery friends are the best option we have right now.