Entry 1145
Friday 15th November 2019Still no Blade!
I don't know what I'm supposed to do at this point? I'm out and about as much as I can be, but he hasn't shown his face.
Later on, I was coming out of Sainsbury's when I bumped into Trudy. She told me that she'd been to see Harold and had a rather heated confrontation with him. "He's an arrogant pr*ck," snapped Trudy, "He spoke to me like I was thick. Like I was just some rough old slag. Seriously, I came this close to ripping off his knackers and shoving 'em down his throat." "Hmmm," I said, "I wonder why he thought you were rough." "He said I should be grateful to him!" exclaimed Trudy, "He said I'm lucky that I have this ability with the infected heads explodeding and all that, and that I should be grateful. Well, he can f*ck right off and kiss my flaps! He didn't give me this ability to help me out, he did it for his own selfish reasons. In fact, it sounded like me getting this ability was some sort of fluke. It's not what he set out to do. F*cking psycho. Doing all those experiments on me and my son and just making it up as he goes along. Arsehole. The only reason I didn't knock his head off his shoulders is because having this ability is pretty handy." "What about Primark?" I asked. "What about him"? asked Trudy. "What did Harold do to him?" I asked, "Did he tell you?" "He said he didn't do anything to him," said Trudy. "You don't believe that do you?" I asked. "No," said Trudy, "But what can I do? I told him I didn't believe him but he said he didn't care. I told him I'd force him to tell me what he did to Primark by squeezing b*llocks so hard his mum would be able to feel it, but he said there was no point and that he's told me the truth." "Well, what do you remember when you were locked up?" I asked, "Do you remember seeing what Harold did to Primark?" "No," said Trudy, "I was out of it most of the time. I didn't actually see him do anything to Primark." "He might be telling you the truth," I said, "But we all know he doesn't tell the truth often."
As Trudy and I continued talking I saw Tinsley out of the corer of my eye. With a furious looked on his face he marched over to me, stood intimidatingly close to my face and interrupted mine and Trudy's conversations. "What.... The f*ck... Are you doing...? You, pointless piece of p*ss?" Tinsley said in a scary and threatening tone as he looked me in the eye about an inch away from my face. "Oi, d*ckhead," snapped Trudy, "I was talking to him." Tinsley quickly turned round and gave Trudy a threatening stare. "F*ck... Off," he firmly said. "F*cking arsey sod," said Trudy, "See you later, Luke." I was now left on my own with an angry Tinsley. "You're never going to bring Blade out of hiding standing outside Sainsbury's talking to some rough council house chav are you, you dumb f*ck?" snapped Tinsley. "I just popped out to get some milk," I said, showing Blade the carton, I had just bought. Blade snatched the carton of milk off me and slammed it against the supermarket wall sending a splurge of milk shooting into the air. "I DON'T GIVE A F*CK ABOUT YOUR F*CKING MILK YOU USELESS F*CKING F*CK!" Tinsley angrily shouted as he once again leaned in intimidatingly close to my face, "Now I am planning to announce to the island that Endo is going to be helping my scientists develop a vaccine and possibly a cure, but I can't do that until we get hold of this weird infected baby, and I can't get hold of this f*cking baby, without Blade coming out of hiding, and he won't come out of hiding unless he approached you for this fake cure, and he won't approach you for this fake cure if you're standing here like dumb f*ck with a carton of milk talking to f*cking chavs!" "Yeah, OK," I said, "I...." "I... I... I..." snapped Tinsley, taking the p*ss out of me, "I... I... F*CK OFF! GET YOUR ASS OUT THERE AND DRAW THAT B*STARD OUT OF HIDING!" I don't know why he has to shout in my face all of the time. I'm surprised he hasn't burst my eardrums.
I did as Tinsley instructed and spent time on my own walking around Cowes, but again... Blade didn't appear. Not sure how long I have to keep this up for. Maybe Blade never made it back to the island?
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