.: Day Seven :.
They're in, they're fucking in! A whole horde of them seem around Heathrow, the whole city area is under quarantine. The radio is down so we left Hastings and went back home, apparently some politicians on a plane back from Moscow became infected after battling their way through a horde and some may have inhaled or digested some body matter or blood, anyway, they got of the plane feeling ill with a headache or something and in the night they went on a rampage, they have died now, but who knows how many of the infected escaped?
So close to us as well, we haven't got any weapons besides a javelin from last years summer sports and as many kitchen knives as a woman needs. I can't think what we're going to do but if they get closer we're going to live upstairs apparently. Luther said he will destroy the staircase and reckons they won't be able to clime anyway. This is much scarier that Castro and his missiles, although I'll bet they're relevant now, I mean, the world should come together at a time like this?
We're pulling troops out of France now as well. Thank goodness.