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

Entry 1154: Sunday 24th November 2019

Entry 1154
Sunday 24th November 2019

Well... Mia's baby Tinkerbell (stupid name!) is at GRID.

Naomi stayed over at mine last night, and as she was in the living room with me, Mum, Leo and Auntie Meryl having a cup of tea we heard some commotion coming from next door. "What's that noise?" asked Auntie Meryl. Naomi and I exchanged awkward looks, signalling to each other that we know what was going on. "It's coming from next door," said Mum, as she started to walk towards the front door. "No!" I quickly and loudly said stopping Mum from opening the door. "What do you mean, no?" snapped mum, "Something's going on next door. That sounds like Mia crying." "Just mind your own bl**dy business you nosey cow," I snapped. "I beg your pardon!?" exclaimed Mum. "Just stay here!" I firmly said. "Do you know what's going on next door?" Auntie Meryl asked me with a suspicious look on her face. I looked away and adopted a frustrated expression as I exchanged tense looks with Naomi. "Oh, for God's sake," said Auntie Meryl, "You've got that look on your face." "What look on my face?" I asked. "The same look Leo gets when he's done a runny sh*t," said Auntie Meryl, "It's called guilt." "Oh sausage," said Mum, "Please tell me we're not having any more lies and secrets. I don't think I can take any more drama." Auntie Meryl waddled over to the window, discreetly peered back the curtains and looked outside. "Ooooh, look at that," said Auntie Meryl. "What is it?" asked Mum. "There's a cat out there licking itself and from this angle it looks like she's got her head shoved up her noo noo." "I don't care about the bl**dy cat, Meryl," said Mum, "I want to know what's going on next door." "You should go and be friends with that cat," Auntie Meryl said to Mum, "You both like to flash your f*nny in public." "Meryl, shut up," said Mum, "What's happening out there?" "I've told you," said Auntie Meryl, "There's a cat licking her f*nny." "I'm talking about next door," said Mum, "Oh get out of the way." Mum joined Auntie Meryl as they both peered out of the window being a pair of nosey buggers. "Oh my God," gasped Mum. "What now?" I asked, "Is the cat sticking a tampon in?" "She's got a baby," gasped Mum. "She means Mia not the cat," said Auntie Meryl. "She's giving a baby to Tinsley," said Mum. "It's an ugly looking thing," said Auntie Meryl. "It's infected," I said, looking away from Mum and Auntie Meryl. "Oh, has it got a bit of a rash or something?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Look at it, Meryl," snapped Mum, "That baby has got more than a rash you daft cow." "So?" snapped Auntie Meryl, "You had more than a rash when I saw three men walking into your bedroom and came out half an hour later walking like John Wayne." "Luke, how did you know that baby was infected?" Mum asked me. I closed my eyes and gave a deep depressing sigh. "It's the infected baby that Mia gave birth to in Whitby," said Naomi, "She's been there with Mia and Harold all night." "What!?" exclaimed Mum. "That's shocking!" exclaimed Auntie Meryl. "Finally," Mum said to Auntie Meryl, "Something we both agree on." "I know," said Auntie Meryl, "Giving birth in Whitby. The place is a sh*thole. Everyone talks about what a lovely seaside town it is but I think it's a dump." "You two knew that there was an infected baby next door?" exclaimed Mun, looking at me and Naomi. "I only found out last night," I said, "I told Mia that she could spend one final night with her daughter but then she needed to do the right thing and tell GRID." "I went there with Betty Crack in 1987, 1994 and 1998," said Auntie Meryl, "All three times I was bitterly disappointed." "Sausage," said Mum, "If Tinsley finds out you knew that baby was next door and didn't tell him he'll hit the roof. He could throw you in prison." "In 1987 some bloke who ran the Walters said I had a face like Eddy Large. Cheeky b*astard," said Auntie Meryl. "Mum," I said, "I'm in favour with Tinsley at the minute, and anyway he won't find out. No one's going to tell him." "In 1994 I got my fortune told by this woman in a tent who said I was going to have a sudden change of fortune," said Auntie Meryl, "When I got home my house had been broken into and someone had nicked all the pennies out of my copper jar. Thieving sods." "Harold might tell him!" Mum exclaimed, "You know what he's like! He can't be trusted!" "Mum, he can't land me in it without landing himself and Mia in it," I said. "1994 was the worst," said Auntie Meryl. "That man can't be trusted," said Mum, "I know him. I worked with him remember?" "A pikey stole my handbag and seagull shat on my head," said Auntie Meryl. "Lynn, Luke's right," said Naomi, "I don't think Harold is going to say anything." "It rained all day too," said Auntie Meryl. "They were going to take the baby and leave the island last night," I said, "But thankfully I convinced Mia that staying was the right thing." "I never went back after that," said Auntie Meryl, "Bl**dy sh*thole." "Why didn't you tell me any of this yesterday!?" exclaimed Mum. "You were out," I snapped, "Anyway, I thought it was best that as few people know as possible." I moved the curtains slightly and peered outside. I saw Tinsley and some GRID soldiers getting inside a GRID jeep with the infected baby before driving off. Harold and Mia were stood near their front gate. "They've gone," I said. I quickly opened the front door, dashed into the garden and walked over to the small wall that separated our garden from next door's. Harold was stood the front gate consoling Mia who was sobbing.  Naomi, Mum and Auntie Meryl joined me. Harold gave me a stern but slightly a smug look as he continued to console Mia who was crying into his arms. "Happy now, are you? Harold asked me, "See what your meddling's done. Is that what you wanted?" I gave Harold a furious look then turned my attention. "Mia," I gently said, "I know it hurst, but remember what we said yesterday; this s the right thing. You'll be able to see Tinkerbell soon." "Tinkerbell?" said Auntie Meryl, "Who the frig's Tinkerbell." "I think she was the fairy in Cinderella," said Mum. "Peter Pan," I said. "What?" said Mum. "Peter Pan," I snapped, "Tinkerbell was the fairy in Peter Pan. Mia's named her daughter after her." "Mia's named her daughter Peter Pan?" said Auntie Meryl. "No!" I snapped, "She's named her daughter Tinkerbell who was a character in Peter Pan." "I thought you said she was fairy in Peter Pan?" said Auntie Meryl. "She is!" I snapped, "Tinkerbell is a character in Peter Pan who is a fairy. Jesus!" "So, Mia's named her daughter Tinkerbell?" asked Auntie Meryl. "Yes!" I loudly exclaimed. "She looked more like Terri-bell than Tinkerbell," said Auntie Meryl. "Auntie Meryl," snaped, "Will you shut up? Mia's upset." "I'm not surprised pushing The Bride of Chucky out of her clacker!" exclaimed Auntie Meryl. "I got upset after I gave birth to Luke," sad Mum, "I thought my vagina would never be the same again. He wrecked it on the way out." "Oh, shut up you old whore," said Auntie Meryl, "You didn't have to push. He came walking out of there. It's the size of a frigging manhole cover, and there's been a lot of man near that hole that should be covered up more often." "Will you both shut up!?" I snapped. "Mia," said Naomi, "I know this hurts now but once Tinsley has got Tinkerbell sorted you'll be able to see her, and your Dad's working at GROD HQ now so he'll be able to keep an eye on her." "Mia, shall we go and have a walk?" I asked her, "We can have a chat?" "No," said Mia, turning her head and wiping her tears, "I just want to be on my own." Mia ran back inside, leaving Harold giving me a stern stare. "Don't look at me like that," I said, "You're not blameless in all this." "You stopped us from leaving yesterday," Harold said. "Harold, don't be such a c*ck," said Mum, "You used to tell me how dangerous it was out there on the mainland and that we were all better off underground. How the Hell did you think you'd survive on the mainland with your daughter and granddaughter?" "Well, like I told your stupid bone head of a son," said Harold, "I wasn't going to take Mia and Tinkerbell to the mainland. I have access to various locations and I have useful contacts across the globe." "Mia wants to be here with her friends," said Naomi. "Friends?" said Harold, pointing at me, "Friends like him who lie to her and make her upset. If I were you, I'd give Mia some space. She's done what you wanted her to do. Now you do what she wants for a bit." Harold then went inside. I really wanted to go and see Mia but she made it clear she wanted to be on her own so I decided to respect her wishes. I'll try and see her tomorrow.

Later on, Naomi and I met with Mike and Sci-Fi Cyn at Sails Café. We had our usual chat and catch up over a cuppa. I talked about how guilty I felt at seeing Mia upset but Mike and Cyn gave me some reassurance and told me that making sure Tinkerbell was at GRID HQ was the right thing to do. A difficult thing to do – but the right thing to do.

I hope Tinsley is looking after Tinkerbell. I know the man's a psychopathic monster but I can't see even a nutter like him harming a little baby even if she is infected. Once the dust settled Mia will be able to see Tinkerbell at GRID HQ and the little infected infant might even help us develop a vaccine for the E-Virus, and maybe even a cure. I just hope Tinsley doesn't find out we all knew about the baby being in Mia ad Harold's house overnight. He'll lynch us!

I still haven't spoken to Naomi about us having sex. There just never seems to be a right time and after all the recent goings on, I think I need to wait for a calm moment to bring the subject up, but I need to bring the subject up.