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

Entry 1128: Tuesday 29th October 2019

Entry 1128
Tuesday 29th October 2019

I still haven't spoken to Naomi and sorted things out with her. I really hope TJ's mate Cox can help out and get me some pills, or drugs, or something that can give me a bigger penis!

I had my usual Tuesday shift at The Hive. Getting up at 5am and travelling from Cowes to Newport on a bus and then being driven from Newport to The Hive by Gary is a right long ball-ache of a journey. When Gary and I arrived at The Hive, we go out of the car and saw Natasha stood outside the main entrance watching the construction of the Infected Entertainment Complex (EIC). Builders were on site, foundations were being laid and scaffolding was being constructed as bulldozers and workmen travelled from one side of the site to the other with various supplies and building equipment. Gary walked over to The Hive, and I walked over to Natasha. "Come to gloat, have you?" she snapped. "Good morning to you too," I bluntly said. "I bet you're loving all this aren't you?" Natasha said to me. "Sorry?" I said. "Using the infected residents like cattle," said Natasha, "Pie throwing, target practice, mass humiliation. This is the sort of thing you're all for, isn't it?" "Look, Natasha," I firmly said, "I don't think we should keep the infected alive, and I never have done but that doesn't mean I'm comfortable with them being put in a building and used for entertainment. To be honest I agree with you that if needed to keep them alive, we need to find a way to utilise them, but I still think that killing them is the best thing to do." "Well, you'll get your wish," snaped Natasha, "Once that monstrosity is built, infected residents are going to be used for target practice. People are going to die, Luke!" "No, Natasha," I said, "Not people. Infected." "The infected aren't people," I said. "Yes, they are!" Natasha snapped, pointing towards The Hive, "They're in there right now walking around." "Oh, God," I said, raising my head and closing my eyes, "I can't keep going round in circles and having the same conversation with you. Maybe you should put your energy into helping the living, not the dead." "THEY'RE NOT DEAD!" Natasha yelled. I gave a defeated sigh. "Oh, Luke, just get to work," snapped Natasha, "You don't care. I'm starting to think I'm the only one who actually cares. Even my followers and supporters are losing interest. I was going to organise a protest but no one seems interested. Everyone's scared of Tinsley. You know it was bad enough when he binned my QCUC proposals and told everyone they could kill infected if they wanted to, but this... THIS... This is just adding insult to injury. You know why he's decided to have this complex next to The Hive don't you?" said Natasha. "For safety, so the infected are away from the populated areas of the island?" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "He did it to rub my face in it," said Natasha, "He's making a point." "Look," I said, losing interest in Natasha's sh*t, "I need a word. Is there any chance I can change my shift from a morning one to an afternoon one? Getting up this early is..." "No," Natasha bluntly said, interrupting me and walking away towards The Hive. Nice!

After my shift at The Hive, I met with Mike and Sci-Fi Cyn and told them that Naomi and I hadn't spoken since our little argument the day before yesterday. "Oh, for God sake's," snapped Sci-Fi Cyn, rolling her eyes, "Is all this drama still going on? Why don't you just talk to each other?" "If TJ can get this mate to help me out then the problem will be sorted," I said. "Oh, yes," Sci-Fi Cyn sarcastically said, rolling her eyes, "TJ's mate he meets down the pub. That sounds a like a good idea! Why do you let me talk to Naomi?" "About Elizabeth's tiny c*ck," TJ said, suddenly appearing next to me and stealing a slurp of my tea, "Don't think so sci-fi, do you? Let Uncle TJ sort this out." "Have you spoken to your mate?" I asked. "I have," said TJ, "And he's got something that can help you. It'll cost you a few credits but it'll be worth it." "This whole plan has got disaster written all over it," said Sci-Fi Cyn. "Chill out Big Bang Theory," said TJ, "I know what I'm doing." "I very much doubt that," said Sci-Fi Cyn. "Ignore her," TJ said to me, "I'm telling you Elizabeth once you've seen my mate Cox that little pecker of yours will go from a mouse's tail to an elephant's trunk quicker than you can say medical penis extension. You never know Elizabeth, you might end up having a c*ck the size of mine and that will certainly put a smile on Naomi's face." "This is madness," said Sci-Fi Cyn. "I got you a present too," said TJ, as he handed me a carrier bag. "What's this?" I asked. "Have a look," said TJ. I opened the bag, looked inside, noticed the contents, frowned with anger and pulled out one of the items. "Adult nappies!" I angrily snapped. "Yeah," said TJ, "You can wear them when you're in bed with Naomi so you don't p*ss yourself. Well... You will p*ss yourself but you'll do inside your nappy instead of soaking the sheets." "I am NOT wearing adult f*cking nappies," I snapped. "Oi, show some appreciation," said TJ, "They were hard to come by. I've got a mate who works down at the hospital and he did me a favour." "Well, he can do you another favour and take them back," I snapped, "I'm not wearing adult nappies!" "Well, that's f*cking gratitude for you," said TJ. "Look," I firmly said to TJ, "When can I meet this Cox mate of yours?" "Leave it with me Elizabeth," said TJ, "He's very low key. He just needs a bit of time to get the gear." "Get the gear!?" exclaimed Sci-Fi Cyn, "My God." "Oh, chill out Velma," said TJ, "I know what I'm doing. Elizabeth's c*ck is in my hands... Well... Not in like a literal gay way, but I'm going to make it so he can pork Naomi ALMOST to the standard that I could, and let's be honest, being second best to a stud like me isn't that bad, eh? Just give me and Coxy a bit of time." "Well don't take too long," I said. "Anyway, your Mum said you're coming to the fancy dress party tomorrow." "Yeah," I unenthusiastically said, "I don't know if I'm in the mood." "What!?" said a disappointed Mike. "Well, what with all this stuff going on between me and Naomi, I don't think I should be going to a party," I said. "But it'll be fun," said Mike, "I'm going dressed up as one of the best film characters EVER. I can't wait for you to see my outfit. Who are you going as?" "I don't know," I said, "Mum's sorting out my costume, so I'll probably end up going as something that makes me look like a complete pr*t." "So, you ARE going to come?" asked an excited Mike. "Yeah, I suppose," I said, again sounding unenthusiastic, "But I doubt I'll stay long."

When I got home, I went upstairs to my room, closed the door, took off my clothes and reluctantly tried on the one of the adult nappies. I looked ridiculous. I stood in front of the full-length mirror feeling like a right plum as I looked at my reflection. It looked like I was dressed up as a giant baby. "F*ck me," I said, as I looked at the pathetic sorrowful sight of me in the mirror, wearing a giant oversized nappy, "How has it come to this?" At that moment Mum walked into my bedroom. "Have you got any washing?" she asked, "I..." I turned round and gasped as Mum's eyes nearly popped out of their sockers upon seeing me wearing a massive nappy. "What the bl**dy Hell are you wearing?" she asked. "GET OUT!" I yelled, "Why do you think the door was shut!?" "Well, I didn't think it was shut because you were trying a nappy on," said Mum. "Get out!" I snapped, "This is my room." "You were like this as a kid," said Mum, "Always used to have a go at me and kick off when I walked into your bedroom." "That's because it was my bedroom!" I snapped, "You should have knocked." "What for?" asked Mum, "What did you think I was going to discover? It's not like I was going to find you with a girl was it? None of the girl's liked you. It's that weird shaped nose you've got." "Will you please just get out of me bedroom?" I firmly said, "And next time, knock!" "Is this all to do with you p*ssing the bed?" asked Mum, pointing at me in a nappy, "Probably a good idea. Naomi's not going to hang around with a 40-year-old man who wets the bed." "I'm not 40 and I don't wet the bed!" I exclaimed, "God, will you just get out!" "TJ told me," said Mum, "He said Naomi's not happy because you're p*ssing the bed and because you've got a little winkle." "It's supposed to be a secret!" I loudly snapped, "I don't want people knowing my business!" "Well, don't go walking around wearing a giant f*cking nappy, then," said Mum. "Will you just b*gger off?" I snapped. "TJ said he was going to try and speak to a mate to get you some pills," said Mum, "Something to make my little Sausage's little sausage bigger." GET OUT!" I loudly snapped. I pushed Mum out and slammed the door shut. I then took off the stupid giant nappy and put my proper clothes back on.

I still don't know what Mum's prepared for my consume for this fancy dress do tomorrow evening. I really don't think I'm in the mood to go but I have promised Mike now and I suppose it might cheer me up a bit to get out, have a drink and do a bit of socialising. I just hope TJ's mate comes good and manages to get me some pills or something that can make me have a bigger c*ck!