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

Entry 1133: Sunday 3rd November 2019

Entry 1133
Sunday 3rd November 2019

We're still in the chemist, Blade and the others still haven't returned and we've spoken with Mia.

I woke up in my sleeping bag on the floor of one of the chemist stockrooms after an average night's sleep. I say average because I could still feel the hard floorboards penetrating the poor excuse of a sleeping bag, and because I couldn't stop thinking about Mia and everything that went on yesterday. I turned round as I slowly started to wake up, expecting to see Naomi laid next to me in her sleeping bag. She wasn't there. Assuming she was downstairs in the staffroom I sat up and climbed out of my sleeping bag and then at that moment the stockroom door opened and Naomi appeared with a sense of urgency on her face. "Luke, it's Mia!" said Naomi, "She's awake. She's talking."

I jumped up off the floor, ran towards the door, exited the stock room, and ran into the other stock room next door where Michael, Joan and Harold were gathered around Mia's bedside. I walked over to the mattress and with a strange sense of nervousness I felt a cold shiver run down my back as I noticed my heart rate increasing. Naomi and I approached the mattress and took our first look at a conscious Mia whose eyes were now wide open. "Luke... Naomi?" said Mia with a big smile on her face, "It really is you. Jon said that you were here too. I didn't believe it." "Oh, darling," said Naomi, as she walked over to Mia and started to give her a hug. "No!" said a firm Mia, stopping Naomi from getting too close to her, "You need to stay away." "What?" said Naomi. "Look at her," Harold said to Naomi, "She's sweating. The E7 virus is in all in her bodily liquid. You don't want it inside you." "I'm very contagious," said Mia, "Plus, I'm not quite myself. I keep having these weird fits." "I think that's part of the pregnancy sweetheart," said Harold. I took a step closer to Mia and we exchanged tender looks. "Hiya, Luke," she said with a gentle smile. "Mia," I said, stuttering and quivering with emotion in my voice, "I...I... I thought you were dead." "I very nearly was," said Mia, "I just wanted to die so much. I threw myself off that roof, but I ended up landing on a pile of dirty mattresses. A load of infected saw me, so I quickly dashed under this big bin that was down the alleyway and hid under there. I tried to get back to you but by the time it was safe enough for me to come out and get back on to the roof, you'd gone." "But I saw all the blood," I said, "I saw all of the infected on top of you." "It was a dog," said Mia, "There was some stray dog there and the infected got to him. I suppose the dog distracted the infected away from me. Poor thing." "It was a dog!" I gasped. "Stupid boy," said Harold, "Who can't tell the difference between a dog and young woman." "I was on top of a roof," I snapped, "I couldn't see straight, and I'd just seen a friend chuck herself off the roof. My head was all over the place." "You still know what a dog looks like don't you, you idiot?" snapped Harold. "Let's stop arguing and just be glad that Mia is alive," said Naomi, "We'll get you sorted, deal with the baby and get you back to the island." "What do you mean deal with the baby?" asked Mia. "Well, there's a good chance it's going to come out infected, sweetheart," said Naomi. "But it's not a guarantee," said Harold. "So, what if it does come out infected?" asked Mia, giving Naomi a rather firm look. "Well," said Naomi, "You know..." "What?" asked Mia. "You have to kill it," said Naomi. Joan gasped in a similar manner to how she gasped yesterday. "I'm not killing my baby," said Mia in a firm. "Mia, if that baby comes out infected you've got to kill it," said Naomi, "You can't let it live. You know that." "Naomi," said Mia in a firm tone, and a serious look on her face, "I am not killing my baby." "Mia," said Naomi, "You..." Suddenly Mia started shuddering from side to side. "Oh, God," gasped Joan, pushing us all out of the way, "Stand back." "What's going on?" I asked. Mia's shuddering quickly turned into her rapidly shaking from side to side. It was a good job she was tied up. She could have hurt herself and us. "Oh my God!" gasped Naomi, "What is she doing!?" "Get out!" Joan loudly snapped. "We can't just leave her!" I exclaimed. "Trust me," said Joan, ushering us all towards the door, "There's nothing we can do when she gets like this. Leaving her is all we can." Mia suddenly sat up right, opened her mouth and spat out a load of blood. "Jesus!" I gasped. "Get out!" yelled Joan. We were pushed out of the stockroom, and we all reconveyed in the staffroom.