Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 957 - 1157

Entry 961: Wednesday 15th May 2019

Entry 961
Wednesday 15th May 2019

I'm ill and I'm in bed.

I feel rough. My throat is burning, my nose is running and my head is throbbing. Maybe all the stress of the last few weeks has taken it's toll on me. That, or I'm reacting to Blade threatening to shoot me. I still can't believe he threatened to shoot me.

Mum keeps bringing me weird hot lemony drinks every four hours. I'm not drinking them. They taste bl**dy awful. God knows why she keeps bring them up. I'm looking at four glasses of cold lemony water. You'd think she'd have gotten the message that I don't want them. Sci-Fi Cyn heard I was unwell and brought some Lemsip sachets round which was nice of her. This was a lot better than the boiling hot water with lemon juice in it that Mum was providing me. Sci-Fi Cyn came round, popped into my room and left the Lemsip drink on my bedside table. When I looked over at her she had a scarf covering her mouth and nose. "No offence, Luke," she said, "But I don't want your germs. Drink your Lemsip, get well soon and I'll see you later." Sci-Fi Cyn then left. Nice! I've got a bad cold not the bl**dy plague.

Blade hasn't made his announcement which is a bit weird. He said he would. Maybe he'll make it tomorrow.

Natasha came round earlier on. I could hear her and Mum downstairs exchanging a few heated words. "I want to see him," Natasha, firmly said, "And I demand to see him now." Demand!? God, she's a cheeky, entitled cow. Mum told her to p*ss off and said I was asleep. "You don't get rid of me that easily," I heard Natasha snap at Mum, "I'll be back tomorrow, and I expect Luke to give me some answers." Great! I'll look forward to that! God! I didn't kill any bl**dy infected yesterday, it was Auntie Meryl that killed one with a glass jar of kidney beans and killed another with a big hammer. Auntie Meryl is probably wondering why I haven't been to see her. She'll be calling me all the names under the sun. I need to see her as soon as I'm feeling well and make sure that she's OK. Mum told me about Natasha visiting and demanding to see me. "I know," I said, in a horsey voice as liquid dribbled out of my nostrils, "She can f*ck off. I'll talk to her when I'm feeling better and when I don't have all this sh*t dribbling out of my nose." "Well, Mike came to see you earlier on," said Mum, "I told him you were ill and he said he'd come up and give you a bed bath. I didn't think you'd appreciate that, so I told him you were asleep." "Thanks," I said. "Naomi came round, but you were asleep so she said she'd pop back tomorrow," said Mum. "God," I angrily snapped, "You could have woken me up. It would have been nice to see Naomi." "I didn't want to wake you up," said Mum, "And to be honest you look God awful – worse than usual, so I didn't think you'd want anyone seeing you when you look like... Well... Look like that." "And what exactly do I look like?" I bluntly said. "Sh*te," Mum replied rather quickly. "God," I said, rolling my eyes, "Even when I'm ill you just can't resist making me feel like sh*t can you?" "What are you on about?" exclaimed Mum, "You don't want people seeing you when you look worse than usual do you? I'm just being honest." "Oh, so you want honesty, do you?" I snapped, "You're a dirty old sl*g." "I'll come back when you've calmed down and bring you another lemon drink," said Mum. "I won't bl**dy clam down," I snapped, "And I don't want another f*cking lemon drink. Look!" I pointed over at the glasses of cold lemony coloured water. "Does it look like I'm enjoying your bl**dy lemon drinks!?" Mum told me that Nikki also came to see me. Again, she didn't wake me up. I wish she would have done. It would have been nice to thank Nikki for telling the GRID lot that me and Auntie Meryl were trapped in the pantry.

God, I feel like sh*t. I hope I don't feel like this tomorrow. I want to spend some time with Leo, deal with Natasha, listen to Blade's announcement and catch up with Naomi and Nikki.