Honeybee

Chapter 27

Journal Entry

Day 518.

I’m not sure if I have the correct the day. To be honest, it doesn’t matter anymore. The days seem to merge together. Sometimes into weeks. All I know is that it is winter and it is unbelievably cold. I thought that moving south would be warmer, Devon and Cornwall are meant to milder than the rest of the country, or maybe that’s just in the summer, I don’t know. Maybe it’s colder because there is no gas or electricity and god knows how many millions of homes are no longer burning log fires.

It’s been an interesting month or so. Meeting Amanda has been good for me. Although it was in undesirable circumstances, I’m glad we met. I don’t like to admit it but any longer on my own and I may have gone a little crazy. She worked with bees before all of this kicked off and she seems to know her stuff regarding this virus. Who knows, together we could find a solution to it all and we could live in safety someday, or maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

The service station where we are holed up was a good find. I have set up trip wires around the perimeter, nothing special, just a few tins on a piece of nylon fishing line. If anyone or anything gets within five metres, they will catch the line and cause a hell of a noise.

There has been no activity from the Screamers within the last thirty days or so. The last time I saw one, it was in the woods beside the car park and just seemed to blend in with the trees. They are becoming experts in camouflage or maybe they are evolving quickly, I don’t really know, the only thing that gave it away was its eyes. Just like the others I have had a staring match with, their eyes seem to burn into you.

Our home is holding up well, it’s comfortable and reasonably warm. We use the public toilets in the building, and collect rain water or melt snow into a bucket to flush them when we can.

Our food supplies are good and we seem to have an endless supply of coffee and tea from the café here in the service station. Any other supplies I can get from the supermarket when they are needed. I syphoned almost a full tank of diesel out of a holiday coach I came across on the motorway. I heard that petrol and diesel goes bad after a while, but the engine is still firing, so I’m happy.

As far as other survivors go, we haven’t seen a sign of anyone. Maybe they are all huddled in the cities. Maybe we need to leave here sometime and see what we can find, but for the time being… it’s nice to have a rest.

Until next time,

Jason.