From readings the PMs, I have selected the final member of the current group in the Maths room. I'm gonna have fun writing this guy. Oh and PS I did totally make up the Jones' parents, because I think Arthur and Francis are actually their parents, FACE family style, so I had to invent some people. Sorry if that ticked you off. I also named their dad 'Francis' as a sort of, uh, tribute to the FACE? When Francis does eventually make his appearance in the story there will be much discussion about the shared name. Disclaimer goes here.

Wed 26th, June '13

Still alive. Still alive. Ok, I'm still alive, but only by the grace of God and the surge of adrenaline that seized me when I saw the zombie's head (yeah I'm just gonna call it a zombie in this context). My legs were somehow steady enough to allow me to rush forward and kick the zombie's head back through the barricade. I told myself it was a soccer ball and kicked it to the goal. A big strong kick. I won the game. Then Bella stuffed another desk against the hole and that was that.

We freaked out and cried for a little while. Luddie, whom I've never seen progress beyond the level of jumping in shock in a genuine freak-out situation, assumed upright-foetal position in a corner for a full ten minutes and couldn't be persuaded to speak until he was slapped twice. So far everything he's said has been fragmented, barely coherent. Up to this point, I thought 'scared speechless' was just an expression. But hey, up to this point zombies were just baddies in video games.

Bella cried. She doesn't cry much, so she didn't break her habit. Just a couple of tears then she was at Kiku's arm comforting him. He has cried the longest out of all of us. I would have too if I'd had my cousin's reanimated corpse try to tear through a barricade to get at my flesh.

Ivan seems relatively cool. What a freak. How can he be handling this so well? He sits there calmly in the desk he uses in lessons, staring at the work surface. He doesn't wince at the nails screeching on the door, or flinch, or jump, or move. It's like he's shut himself off. Thrown an internal switch that allowed a retreat into the inner Ivan, where he might be having a sobbing fit. On the outside he doesn't even seem to be breathing. Weirdo. He'd better take his pills while we're shut up in here together.

Antonio paces up and down the room. Uuuuuup and dooooooown. Caged lion. He reminds me of a caged lion, like the one I saw in the London Zoo on my fourth birthday, listless and somehow busting with frantic energy at the same time. A wall-to-wall row of windows takes up the entire left wall of the room. A tiny voice at the back of my brain tells me he'll unhitch the lock and take a plunge if we have to stay in here much longer, and hell, I'd follow him. Oh I didn't have time to write him into the entry yesterday did I? Well he's alive. Antonio Carriedo a native of Madrid, Spain. I don't know who his parents are or if anyone outside of the school cares about his well-being. So if you're out there mysterious sponsor/friend/relation, he's alive. Pale as hell, a caged lion. Still alive though which is a plus.

Kiku is still red-eyed.

I wish I knew what to say to take the pain away. The zombies aren't outside anymore; they buggered off a long time ago, probably following another group of fleeing kids. But I can tell Im Song is still here, inside of Kiku. His memory. He will always be there I guess. Grief has a way of staying inside you. No matter how happily you can remember the person it hurts to think about them. I have a gist of how he feels. Grandad's accident feels like yesterday. Whatever caused Im Song to go gnashy-bitey happened today. I just don't know what to say. I don't know what to say to any of them.

I must be scared speechless too.

Thanks for reading.