Day 2 - The Streets are too quiet

Keith leaves the safety of The George pub for the first time. Southport’s streets lie silent and abandoned, but a fleeting glimpse of his lost dog Ted haunts him.

THE WIGNALL DIARIES

Keith Wignall

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a drawing of a street scene with a train track
a drawing of a street scene with a train track

Didn’t sleep much last night. Every time I shut my eyes, I heard noises. Could’ve been the wind through the cracks in the roof. Could’ve been something else.

This morning I risked a quick walk outside. Just around Duke Street, nothing further. Streets are too quiet. Southport always had a hum — cars, people, someone shouting outside the local pub. Now it’s just… empty.

I swear I saw Ted. Down the road, just a blur of scruffy fur and a wagging tail. I called out before I even thought. Nothing there. Just shadows. Maybe I’m going mad.

On the way back I spotted a body outside the corner shop. Or what’s left of one. The poor sod must’ve been caught weeks ago. I looked away quick, but the stink followed me back to The George.

I’ve locked the door tight again.
Don’t know if it’s the zombies I fear more, or the silence.

Keith