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not   attached to a body. It couldn’t even have had vocal cords.
    This place is nuts.
    It would seem that my memory isn’t completely gone! I’m starting to get some little bits back about the day I ended up here. I think I would have remembered more, but the dream that brought it to me ended rather abruptly when the zombies arrived at the camp.
    I was on my way to a major client, to talk to them about their latest order, when I hit a traffic jam. The M25 can get quite frustrating during rush hour, but it wasn’t normally so congested mid afternoon, so that was unusual. Still that didn’t suggest anything weird to me.
    It took about an hour extra to get there, so I had phoned ahead to let them know I was going to be late. That was when I noticed my phone was getting low on charge.  I couldn’t find the car adapter for recharging it, and I remember making a mental note to do so later on, but I guess that the opportunity never came.
    The last thing I recall was stopping off at a service station to use their toilet. I have this thing you see, call it an obsession if you will, about not appearing untidy, or being a nuisance of any kind. Turning up to a client’s place and using the toilet straight away, was rude. Well it was to me.
    So I went to use the toilet at the side of the service station, and that’s about as much as I can remember. Sometime after I used that toilet, something bad must have happened, and somehow I ended up here.
    Even more interesting! This bus has a rough bed laid out on the upper deck, and a whole bundle of personal stuff tucked away in the corners. Somebody used this place as a home at some point, and from the dust that has settled over most of it, I think that it wasn’t recently. It’s a shame, even though it’s a relief to see any signs of life here that might be human, the place being abandoned for so long, or so I presume, is another reminder that I’m alone here.
    I spent most of the day hiding away in the bus, trying not to attract any more attention from the zombies, and catching up on my sleep. It was reassuring to be barricaded in somewhere for a change.
    Never would have thought it, but sun tan lotion works okay as a makeshift soap. It’s not brilliant, and I think it’s a cheap brand, but it does freshen you up a bit. It’s a shame there is only one bottle of it.
    Day 12
    A few more zombies passed by this morning, but they didn’t come too close and didn’t bother investigating the bus. I don’t think they even noticed it.
    DogThing has wandered off somewhere. I didn’t realise until about an hour ago that he had gone. There is something disconcerting about not knowing where he is.
    Gave in to curiosity and tried to start the bus, but the engine didn’t even turn over. Not surprising really, it must have been sat here for years. It’s strange what you become accustomed to. After fighting zombies and eating three foot tall mushrooms, a London bus sitting in the middle of nowhere doesn’t seem so odd anymore.
    Found some useful things after having a rummage through all the stuff on the bus. There is a lot of random, useless junk like a box of dishwasher tablets, but I found a knife for starters. Yes a real one. It’s only one of those small cheese knives with a curly, two pronged tip, and it’s a little blunt, but it’s better than the makeshift knives that I botched together. There was also a torch, minus the batteries. You never know, I may come across some at some point, so I will keep hold of it for now.
    In the front corner, on the upper floor, was a pile of magazines. Mostly gardening and craft ones. Some of them are over thirty years old. Behind the magazines was a small pile of books. Six of them are the same book “A thesis by a Professor Adler”. They look quite old and are all signed, presumably by Mr. Adler himself, though I can’t make out the signature clearly enough to be sure.
    In a pile, in the middle of the floor, was a thick woollen blanket