Entry 958
Sunday 12th May 2019
It's been a quiet day. All the households on the island have been given neck-grabs, so now we have one walkie talkie per household and one neck-grab per person.
This whole neck-grab thing is f*cking useless. That bl**dy Natasha Swann has got a lot to answer for. Even Mum thought using the neck-grab thing was a stupid idea. "What the Hell am I supposed to do with this?" She said, waving the item about, "Pick up crisp packets?" I told Mum about yesterday's class and about how Debbie said we should use the neck-grab to secure and quarantine the infected. I also told her how Debbie turned out to be Catherine Rennison's Mum. "You're kidding!?" gasped Mum, "That creature has a mother!? Something gave birth to it?" "Yeah, well it doesn't matter," I said, "She's too busy talking to her cat and dog to be bothered about me and you." "Yeah, well I hope our paths don't cross," said Mum, "And I hope she doesn't turn out to be a nutter like her daughter."
I met with Sci-Fi Cyn at Sails cafe today and we had a chat over a cuppa. She told me (in confidence) that Blade thinks the neck-grabs are a stupid idea, but that he had to come up with something that would secure and quarantine infected without hitting them. "Yeah, well if a handful of those things are running at me, in fact, even if one of those things are running at me," I said, "Those neck-grab things can f*ck off. I'm getting a knife out and stabbing them." "Well if there is an outbreak Jon thinks it will be GRID soldiers who deal with the infected, not the residents," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "The neck-grab things are just as a backup." "Are you telling me that if there's an outbreak, all of the GRID soldiers will abandon their guns and use neck grabs to secure and quarantine the infected?" Sci-Fi Cyn said nothing but just raised her eyebrows. "Hmmm," I pessimistically said, "I can't see those soldiers using plastic sticks instead of guns. Makes me wonder what's the point in having guns on the island. I guess we'll have to see what happens."
I'm going to see Auntie Meryl tomorrow. I should probably say it will be nice to see her, but I have a feeling it's going to be hard work...
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