If you follow our tweets via @NJHallard (like this blog, made using a salvaged iPhone we hand-cranked into life), you’ll be aware of a new addition to the Cissbury Ring encampment.
Kim arrived just after midnight, drawn to the pin-prick glow of our campfires. She knew she was headed to Cissbury Ring – our reputation is spread far and wide it appears – but was delighted to actually find us, albeit in the dead of night. She travelled from a fortified high-rise apartment in Guidlford, Surrey. It seems they were not so hot on the rules of survival as we are. After six months in the squalid building, Kim became fed up with their slack attitude to camp safety. The final straw came as the gaggle of survivors up there actually took in someone with what seemed to be bite marks, and skipped any form of quarantine. Kim had no other ties within the Guildford camp – she lost her teenage son and husband on [day 001] – so she broke out and headed for the one place she had heard she could trust to be as safe as possible.
She told us the six months had been a nightmare. No provision for water, no rationing, people fighting for supplies to the point that some of those too weak, old or defenceless died in the very place they had sought shelter in. The head of the camp was a man called Gus, the caretaker of the high-rise block of flats. His philosophy was that as long as the top three storeys were kept relatively secure – and he had all the keys – people would have to do his bidding in return for shelter. Fair enough, but Kim said there were no fewer than four cases of fresh infection over the time she was there, and there were some distinctly unsavoury sexual undertones to his frequent threats to evict her for arguing against his method.
She said that two other fellow camp members had wanted to bring the Guildford camp’s four children down to Cissbury Ring as it was proving just too dangerous for them, but had no way of travelling the distance. For the record, Kim travelled by bicycle – luckily she met very little resistance (in my opinion, two wheels in a zombie apocalypse is for utter chumps. I haven’t told her that yet!).
Dawn and Kim are currently talking about the practicalities of using two of our horses to fetch them, but its a long journey and we mustn’t let emotions make these decisions for us. Kim brought with her around three kilos of coffee grounds (not fresh by any means but still coffee!), two kilos of granulated sugar (a bit solidified but we haven’t had sugar in months – the kids are going a bit mental rght now) and two complete courses of amoxicilyn antibiotics (also out-of-date, as is almost any product that wasn’t tinned, but still very welcome.). She’ll be out of the quarantine pit on Sunday morning, and until then we can discuss the prospect of rescuing these Guildford kids – over a nice cup of coffee!