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

Entry 1134: Monday 4th November 2019

Entry 1134
Monday 4th November 2019

More shocks and surprises today! The twists and turns keep coming. We found out who the father of Mia's baby is, and it is absolutely NOT who I was expecting.

After another awkward night's sleep Naomi and I woke up, made our way downstairs and entered the kitchen where Joan was arguing with Harold. "Oh God," I said, rolling my eyes, "What now?" "He thinks he can walk out of here with Mia," said an angry Joan. "She's my daughter," said Harold. "Exactly," said Joan, "She's your daughter, not your property. Let Mia make her own mind up." "She has made her own mind up," said Harold, "She sent Blade to come and get me. She wants me here." "Harold, we went through this yesterday," I firmly said, "She wants you here to help with the delivery but do you really think she wants you here after that?" "How the Hell do you know what my daughter wants?" snapped Harold. "Mia told me yesterday that she doesn't really know what she wants," I said, "She said she wants to wait and see what happens when the baby is born." "Her fits seem to be getting more frequent," said Harold, "That probably means she's closer to giving birth. The labour will come on with all guns blazing within the next day or so." "Then me and you need to work together to make sure that baby comes out in one piece," said Joan, "We should be putting in our energies into that, not into whisking Mia away when she herself doesn't even know what she wants." "And if you think Luke is going to help you get Mia out of here because you think he owes you one, you can think again," Naomi snapped at Harold. "Perhaps Luke can speak for himself," said Harold. "Naomi's right," I said, "Yeah, OK, you helped us out when we needed it, and I told you that I owed you one." "Yes, you did," said Harold, "And I'm cashing in that debt now." "No, you're not," I said, "I told you yesterday. I lied to you. I don't owe you one, I don't owe you one at all. Why the Hell should I do you any favours? Because I said I would? Well, if you can get away with lying, so I can I." "You really are a hypocrite," said Harold. "Excuse me?" I bluntly asked. "You make out that I'm a manipulative game-playing liar," said Harold, "And that I may be, but I don't pretend to be anything else. You make out that you're whiter than white but when it comes down to it you pull the same stunts I do and show that you're just like me." "F*ck off," I angrily snaped, taking a step closer to Harold, "I am NOTHING like you, and if this is more of your manipulative mind game sh*t to try and get me to do what you want, you can f*ck off. I'm not helping you get Mia out of here. I'm not. It's as simple as that. I don't care what I told you earlier, I'm not doing it!" "Don't p*ss me off, Luke," said Harold, "I'm telling you. You'd be dead now without me." "Oh, God," I said, rolling my eyes, "That sh*t again. Look, either tell me what you mean, or just shut up. No. In fact, just keep your mouth shut. I can't believe a word that comes out of your mouth." "Anyway," said Joan, "It doesn't matter if Luke does agree to help you – which he won't. Me, Joan, and Michael aren't going to let you take Mia out of here." "Where is Michael?" I asked. "He's gone out to look for Jon and the others," said Joan. "Oh," I said, "I was going to go with him." "Oh, yeah," Harold said sarcastically, walking over to the kettle and picking up a cup of tea, "Because you're going to be such a great use to him, aren't you?" "Get out of the way," said Joan, pushing Endo away from the kettle and picking up two cups of tea and handed them both to me and Naomi, "If you want to be useful, don't stand there getting in the way. Go and be with your daughter." "And actually," I firmly said to Endo, "I think you'll find that I've been more use than you on this little trip to Whitby. You've spent more time standing there sh*tting yourself and hiding behind boxes than you have been useful." "I've been more useful than you realise," said a firm Harold. "Whatever," I snapped.

Later in the morning Naomi and I were sat with Mia talking to her about her dad. "He asked Luke to get you out of here," said Naomi. "You what?" said Mia. "Yeah," I said, "I've told him to get lost." "But where does he want to take me?" asked Mia, "Back to the island of white?" "Isle," I said. "What?" said Mia. "Isle," I said. "You'll what?" asked Mia. "Nothing," I said, "It's Isle. Isle of Wight." "You'll of Wight?" said Mia, "I don't get it." "It's not island," I bluntly said. "Yeah, it is," said Mia, "It's surrounded by water. You must get a boat to get there." "Oh God," I said, rolling my eyes. "It's an island called The Isle of Wight," said Naomi, "Look, we don't know where he wants to take you, but it won't be back to the island. Tinsley will put him back in prison." "Who?" asked Mia. "The new Commander," I said, "He took over from Blade. "The point is Mia," said Naomi, "That it's about what you want, not what your dad wants." "I don't know what I want yet," said Mia, "I mean it would be great to come back to the isle with you, but I need to think about my baby." "Island," I said. "No, I said 'baby'," said Mia. "You said come back to the isle," I said, "It's an island." "You said it was an isle," said Mia. "No," I said, getting annoyed, "It's an island called an isle. Jesus." "Look," said Naomi, "What matters is you and your baby, and if you come back to the island, you've got a better chance of both being looked after. There's Doctors and nurses there, there's the hospital. You'd be better off there than you would be stuck here, and you'd definitely be better off there than you would be with your dad." "So, you want me and my baby to come back to the island?" Mia asked Naomi. "Yeah," said Naomi. "And what if it's born infected?" asked Mia, "Do you still want us to come back to the island with you then? Because yesterday you were talking about killing my baby." "Well, let's just see what happens," said Mia. "I'm not stupid, Naomi" said Mia, giving Naomi a firm stare, "If my baby gets born infected then you're planning on killing it and then getting me back to the island. It's obvious. I can see it in your eyes. Your just as bad as my own Dad. You come in here saying how out of order he is for focusing on what he wants rather than what I want but you're doing exactly the same thing." "Mia" said Naomi, "I..." "You know," said Mia, angrily interrupting Naomi, "I felt guilty for what I'd done to you, but because you're more bothered about what YOU want, and more bothered about killing my baby, I don't feel guilty at all now." "Guilty?" I said, "What do you mean? What have you got to feel guilty about?" "Oh, just get out both of you," snapped Mia, "I want to be on my own. Go on, get out." "Mia, we're worried about you," said Naomi, "We just want to make sure you're alright." "Well, I've managed to look after myself alright for most of this last year, haven't I?" snapped Mia, "So I'm sure I'll be able to look after myself moving forward. Go on. Get out." Naomi and I exchanged worried and concerning looks. "GET OUT!!!" Mia aggressively yelled.