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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Forty Two

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It’s been raining all day, which just adds to the depressing nature of our situation, really. Mary made us all a lovely lunch though, and Jude found some board games in one of the bedroom, so it’s not so bad. It kind of feels like Christmas. When you’d get full up with food, consider murdering someone over Monopoly, and then have a nap during the Queen’s Speech, except, the Queen hasn’t bothered to show her face, from behind her heavily guarded palace walls.

I wonder what’s going on with her. The palace has been silent throughout all of this, so I assume it’s all fine, but then again, they could be avoiding addressing the public because she’s infected.

Boris was on TV today, looking dreadful, but a bit more alive than the last time we saw him. The colour is coming back to his face, but he’s dead behind the eyes. I think the government’s attempts to put him on TV to reassure the public is actually making things worse. He didn’t speak much, mainly just mumbling agreement with Matt Hancock, who did the heavy lifting during the statement. No idea where Rishi Sunak went. There’s loads of social media chatter about how he made a run for it, and was spotted in his constituency, telling people to try and leave the country, because the government have lost control of the virus, but all the videos just buffer forever and never play, which is… suspicious.

Matt Hancock looked terrified the whole time, and stayed very socially distanced from old BoJo. He kept fiddling with his sleeves, while he was announcing the same old “Stay at home if you can, but everything is fine” nonsense, and I swear I saw blood on it. He looked pretty pale and sweaty too. Wishing him the best, even though he and his pals don’t give a toss what happens to us lol

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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Forty One

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We’ve found her! She’s shaken but okay.

The church house got overrun because creepy Celia couldn’t resist more potential victims, apparently. A guy with a bite turned up, unturned, but still bitten, and she let him in, convinced her religious powers could cure him, but of course, they couldn’t. The infected that got him followed him there and unleashed hell.

According to Mary, it was just her and a few of the members that managed to get away. Celia refused to leave, because she believed her Goddess would save her….

They got a few miles on foot before we told them to stop. Mary said she tried to convince the others to set up some defences, but they just wanted to pray, because they too believed their Goddess would save them, and, well, she obviously sided with the infected.

Mary managed to escape in all the chaos and hid herself in some woodland. We didn’t even find her, she found us. She ran out onto the road, and we almost hit her, but she’s safe now, and that’s all that matters.

Her and Martin are still not talking, kind of. She talks but Martin pretends he can’t hear her, but he smiled when he almost ran her over, and I like to think it’s because he was happy that she was alive, rather than him enjoying the idea of mowing down his mother.

She keeps apologising for taking us to The Garden in the first place, and for trusting Celia, which I can understand, but we’ve all made mistakes in this, so I told her not to worry. I did tell her that out of earshot of Martin though, because he’s mad enough at me already, for making him come and get her.

We’re heading back to the farm now, and should be there by morning (hopefully). I can’t wait for a bath.

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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.