Free The Infected by Gregg Cocking

all this sugar that he obviously loves, but then drinks Coke Zero? Guess you gotta start somewhere...
     
    Also worth mentioning was his assortment of medical supplies – I now have medicine for every known ailment to man – headaches, cuts, bruises, sprains and… piles… Baz obviously took every precaution necessary, which is good news for me, as I simply emptied the contents of his medicine cabinet (which I am sure was custom made as I have never seen one that big) into my kit bag and another cloth bag, and I can now take something for those frikking headaches that I keep getting. Other than food, an assortment of medicines, pain killers and cold and flu stuff (it is winter here in the southern hemisphere you know, and I do get a cold at least once every year, so was glad I got that), were pretty high on the list of must-haves. So again, thank you Baz for that.
     
    So yeah, I went back to my place, laid everything out in the kitchen, had a bit of a munch (there was just so much choice), and then after I’d had my fill, wrote down everything that I procured so that I can keep track of what I have, what I need, and what I desperately need. I am pretty set for now, but always, in the back of my mind, I know that I’ll have to go out again, and eventually, I’ll exhaust the food left behind in the complex (and the food that hasn’t gone bad) and will have to venture out there. Into their domain.
     
    But I’ll worry about that later.
     
    Take care,
    Sam W
     
    11:23am, May 22
    Hey, just thought of this – what if I turn my balcony into a veggie garden? It gets good sun, is close at hand, will get rain in summer and is easy to water – just need to get some soil up here and get some seeds, then Bob’s your mother’s brother. Just had to make note of that otherwise I would forget!
     
    To be honest, I never was much a fan of veggies and salad, but fuck it, I would almost give one of my pinkie toes for a juicy tomato.
     
    Anyways, copied everything over to my new Macbook and am sooooooo happy! It is so much faster, like comparing a cheetah to a tortoise. A dead tortoise. With a Jacuzzi strapped to its back. It’s gorgeous and that’s putting it mildly – if it was alive I would hump it. And that is seriously not the lack of action talking. I think. So yes, I am now mobile and loving it – just getting used to a few of the shortcuts and things that differ from a PC to a Mac, like no Ctrl key – it’s an apple – but I am sure I’ll get used to it soon. So excuse me while I go play around with my new toy…
     
    See ya,
    Sam W
     
    5:41pm, May 24
    Hi out there. Not much news to report. Owen and Johan are still surviving at Eastgate – they report that quite a crowd of infected is building up around the centre but they are confident that their defences won’t be breached. I asked Johan what their food resources are like and he said, quote, “Okay, hey. We eat like kings most of the time.” Doesn’t sound like much is being done to preserve their resources or plan for a bit down the line, which is a bit short sighted if you ask me. He got pretty defensive when I told him what I thought, but hey, they have their own little community there and should be able to care for themselves. I’m not going to worry about them. Or try not to at least.
     
    I still try Melanie’s phone every day. It’s still dead.
     
    My folks seem to be having a great time although I did pick up on a bit of... I don’t know... impatience maybe, in my dad’s voice. He’s never advocated violence and I can’t recall more than two times when I actually remember him raising his voice at someone. But on the phone now it’s like he is a different person. He hates the infected – calls them “the fucked ones”. Over and over again. Before this happened the worst swear word that I heard him use was ‘bollocks’, and that was only when things went really wrong, like the time we drove to Cape Town to visit his sister, my aunt