Reflection

As I recover from this flu, I still have to rest a lot. This affords me ample time to spot the natural hazards about this landscape. That means walkers. I believe I know why Manchester was bombed. Someone wanted the infected to stay put. So why are the army not out picking off the stragglers? There are dozens of them. If I had a higher vantage point dozens might become hundreds. The Manchester fires are driving any surviving infected out of the area.

 

The infected outside the police station were not attacking one another. However they do it, they can tell infected from uninfected. My own experiences have taught me that the closer they are, the easier they can tell. Out here, in the nice wide open countryside, even if an infected, or walker, sees me, they will often just stop and stare. Sometimes they will burst into action and race towards me, other times, especially if I just stand still, they will watch for a moment then continue on their way. When they do chase after me, the ground is my ally. Their co-ordination and observation skills are so impaired that uneven ground will send them sprawling. They might be able to outpace me in urban areas, but in the open country, I only have to fear the quiet ones.

 

The quiet ones. A nice name for infected that look like they are dying. Thinner, grayer, slower, and very very quiet. If they make a noise at all, it is to scream or howl when they are close. They look like walking cadavers or zombies. They are the real danger right now. I have only two of them, or I should say they encountered me. Their major disadvantage is that they are slow. Bad for them, good for me.

 

One benefit to recovering from flu is that I still have no appetite. The moment that changes I am in trouble, but for now my lack of food does not hinder me.

 

It is still hard to believe that they dropped the bomb on Manchester. All those people wiped out in a split second. It's been making me think about the link between flu and the infected though. I have to assume they are linked. I remember from the radio of the country being in the grip of a flu epidemic. It may have been normal flu, but even then, how many people have travelled out of Manchester to other parts of the country? How far has infection spread? This makes me think twice about the lack of military dealing with the infected roaming the countryside. They can only be busy elsewhere.

 

Funny. I probably look like a walker at a distance to anybody else. I'm probably lucky the army aren't here. On the other hand, that means the people I see in the distance might be normal too. Damn.