Entry 989
Wednesday 12th June 2019Well, me, Nikki and Leo are all moved in to our new house and it's great! Three bedrooms – one with en-suite, a big living room with large windows and a laminated floor, a separate kitchen/diner, a downstairs loo. I love it. We've even got a garage (not that we have a car) but there's so much room – a lot more than in the terraced house I was living in with Mum and Auntie Meryl in Cowes.
It's been a stressful day what with moving everything from Cowes to Sandown. The removal guys were a bunch of moody gits, but Sci-Fi was a big help with getting things organised and helping us to shift things. Nikki has been really stressed. The delivery men got lost and a few things turned up broken which caused her to get really annoyed. I tried to calm her down but she wouldn't listen to me, but Sci-Fi Cyn did a great job of getting her to relax.
Sci-Fi Cyn and I popped into Sainsbury's in Cowes to get a few bits and bobs, and just as we were leaving I saw Debbie Rennison down the High Street. I felt so angry when I saw her. Sci-Fi Cyn saw the fury on my face and looked worried. "Luke, don't," she said, "You'll only make things worse." Ignoring Sci-Fi Cyn, I handed her my shopping and stomped off down the High Street, marching towards Debbie in a state of anger. I approached her from behind, tapped her on the shoulder and she turned round. "I want a word with you," I firmly said. "Oh?" said Debbie. "Yeah," I snapped. At that moment Sci-Fi Cyn appeared with the shopping. "Luke, come on, I think we should go," she said. "You kidnapped Nikki," I snapped at Debbie, ignoring Sci-Fi Cyn. "Oh Luke," said Sci-Fi Cyn closing her eyes and putting her hand on her forehead in despair. "I did no such thing," snapped Debbie, "And I think that's not just offensive but it's libel." "It's actually slander you thick b*tch," I snapped, "Libel is written, and slander is spoken." "Whatever," snapped Debbie, "If you think it's slander then you know you're lying." "I'm correcting you, you stupid cow," I snapped. "Look, I haven't seen Nikki in ages," snapped Debbie, "Jon Blade came round and spoke to me. Do you know how offended I was at the implication that I had kidnapped someone?" "I don't care how offended you were," I snapped, "It's obvious you did it. Remember what you said to me when you bumped into us; 'One day you'll know the pain of someone taking away someone you love and when you go through that painful experience, I hope it hurts you as much as losing Catherine hurts me'... I remember." "That doesn't mean I kidnapped your girlfriend, you stupid man," snapped Debbie, "Good God. Look at me. Do I look like someone who would kidnap someone?" "What does a kidnapper look like?" I said, "A shifty person with a stripey black and white top, a black mask and a swag bag?" "I think you're thinking of a bank robber," said Sci-Fi Cyn. "Look," said Debbie, "I am not going to stand here and put up with abuse from the man who got my daughter killed." "She got herself killed," I said, "But because you blame me, you kidnapped Nikki. You teach self defence and all that." "So!?" exclaimed Debbie, "I teach self-defence. That doesn't make me an expert kidnapper. My God, do you have to work at being this stupid or does it come naturally? Listen to me; I told Jon I knew nothing about Nikki going missing and I'm telling you the same. I don't know who kidnapped her or why, and whilst part of me is glad she's turned up and, well, another part of me thinks that maybe you'll know the pain I went through when Catherine died." I looked Debbie right in the eyes. It was a weird feeling but I believed her. "Now, sod off, leave me alone and stop bothering me," said Debbie. She then stormed off. I turned to Sci-Fi Cyn who was holding the shopping. "What do you think?" I said. "What do YOU think?" she asked. "I don't think she had anything to do with Nikki being kidnapped," I said. "I agree," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "So that leaves the question; who did kidnap Nikki, unanswered."
Sci-Fi Cyn and I went back to Nikki's and we told her about my encounter with Debbie. She didn't want to talk about it and seemed more bothered about packing boxes and getting moved. "Yeah but if Debbie didn't do it then who did?" I asked. "I don't know," said Nikki, "Luke, I don't know what you want me to say? There are clearly some nutters that live on this island. Right now, I want to focus on getting moved and to be honest, I don't really want to talk about what happened. Reliving it isn't exactly a pleasant experience." "Yeah, of course," I said, "I'm sorry." I gave Nikki a kiss and then we carried on packing boxes, and we eventually started loading them into the vans when they arrived.
Nikki, Sci-Fi Cyn and I made our way to Sandown and started getting settled into the house as we waited for the delivery guys to arrive. They were hours late, but when they did arrive and after Nikki gave them a piece of her mind, we started unloading the van. Once the van was unloaded and the guys had gone, Sci-Fi Cyn helped us unpack some boxes and after a cup of tea she left and went back to Cowes. "I am going to miss our little chats," I said. "Well, you don't have to," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "I can come to Sandown and you can come Cowes. We can still have our catch ups over a cuppa." "That would be nice," I said. "Tell you what," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "Every couple of days I'll come here and we can have a cuppa and every couple of days you could come to Cowes and we can have a cuppa? In two days, I'll come and see you and then two days later you can come and see me and we'll carry on like that. What do you think?" "Sounds like a plan," I said, "Our walkie talkie won't reach Cowes so I won't be able to radio you." "We'll figure something out," said Sci-Fi Cyn, "I'll come here in two days. I'll turn up around midday." "Great stuff," I said. I gave Sci-Fi Cyn a hug and we said our goodbyes. "I hope you enjoy getting settled in," Sci-Fi Cyn said to Nikki. "Yeah," said Nikki, "Cyn, you've been great today. Thanks for all your help."
Sci-Fi Cyn left and Nikki and I continued unpacking boxes. "Don't you think that Cyn woman is a bit weird?" said Nikki. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, first of all, you call her Sci-Fi Cyn," said Nikki, "I mean that's weird." "She used to manage a science fiction shop," I said. "So?" said Nikki, "I used to work as a travel agent but you don't call me Holiday Nikki." "She's a good friend," I said, "Anyway, she's been a big help today." "Not really," said Nikki, "She moved some boxes and made a few cups of tea. I wouldn't call that a big help. Anyway, did you see how she spoke to me when I was getting stressed?" "Yeah, she helped calm you down," I said. "Luke, she spoke to me like I was a child," snapped Nikki, "I can't remember the last time someone spoke to me in such a condescending manner." "I don't think she meant to be condescending," I said, "She was trying to help you and calm you down. Looked like it worked to me." "Luke, I am not a child, said a firm Nikki, "If I want to get angry then I'll get angry. I don't need calming down, and I don't need your weird friend patronising me and talking to me like a child." "You've just said thank you to her for all her help," I exclaimed. "So?" snapped Nikki. "Well, it just looks a bit two-faced," I said, "One minute you're thanking her for her help, and then you're having a go." "I'm not having a go, Luke!" Nikki snapped, "God! Why are you always looking for an argument?" "I'm not," I said, "I..." "Luke," snapped Niki, interrupting me, "She helped us move in. I have manners you know? The right thing to do is say thank you. She didn't do much but she did something. I still think she's weird, but I'm not going to say that to her, am I? Stop making a fuss about nothing." "OK, OK," I said. "I don't know why you want to see her every other day," said Nikki. "I've told you, she's a friend," I said, "If it wasn't for her I probably wouldn't even be on this island. You don't need to be worried you know?" "What are you talking about?" asked Nikki, "I'm not worried. Why would I be worried? I can't see you cheating on me with her. Let's be honest, she might be intelligent, but I'm far better looking and a lot less weird than Cyn. Luke, babes; I'm not worried." I didn't know what to make of what Nikki said, but I decided to focus more on getting the boxes unpacked and getting settled into our nice new home.
I've been thinking about my interaction with Debbie. It's left me wondering who could have kidnapped Nikki. Whoever it was, did they do it to get to me or get to Nikki. Maybe it was to get to both of us? Oh, I don't know. Part of me just wants to focus on settling into Sandown and into our new home, but another part of me wants to figure out who kidnapped Nikki. I'm not convinced we're going to get to the bottom of it though, as Blade really doesn't seem to give a toss. He seems more bothered about Natasha's QCUC proposals and building these stupid walls around the suburbs of the island. I think Blade is struggling to keep a grip on things.
I got Leo settled into his new room. It's going to look nice when it's all decorated and sorted out. I'm no longer working as a road sweeper now, so I suppose I need to wait for Blade or someone else from GRID to allocate me a new job. Nikki's going to stay at home and look after Leo. I think this is going to work out really well. Me, Leo and Nikki are going to be really happy here.
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