Luke's Diary: An unlucky man in a zombie apocalypse. Days 601 - 756

Day 663: Wednesday 20th June 2018

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Day 663
Wednesday 20th June 2018

Still no Richard.

Trudy's getting really would up about it and Tara's been gently suggesting that we can't wait here forever. I was in the kitchen talking to Tara about where she and Mike were going to hide when she changed the subject and started talking about The Base. "Look Luke," she said, "I know I said that I thought Richard is going to come back with the kids but now I'm not sure. It's been days and we're still waiting." "I know," I said, "But we can't go out in the car looking for him. It's like you said; he could be anywhere. We all need to stick together and keep the car here." "We can't keep waiting for Richard to show up," said Tara. "You said we should wait," I said. "That was BEFORE we waited for this long," said Tara, "I thought he'd be here by now." "Well it's like you said, he'll be enjoying the thought of us sitting here suffering and being all powerless," I said. "I also said that he'd want to gloat and be all smug," said Tara, "The fact that we've been waiting this long and he hasn't come back makes me think he might not be coming back." "Of course he's coming back," I said, "He's not going to want to look after three kids." "Luke, I think you're missing my point," said Tara, "Something could have happened that's prevented Richard from coming back with the kids. He could be stuck somewhere. How many times have we ran into trouble? We should have been at The Base ages ago. For God's sake Luke, Richard and the kids could be dead. We're all thinking it but I'm the one that's saying it. I don't think we can wait for much longer." I was a bit shocked at what Tara had said, especially as she said it so bluntly but in another way she also had a point. The problem was that Trudy was stood behind Tara who had no idea. Maybe if she did she wouldn't have said what she said so harshly. Tara turned round and looked at Trudy. "Oh, Trudy," said Tara, "I'm sorry. I . . ." "If you had kids you might have a f*cking clue about how hard it is for me to sit here and do nothing whilst they're out there with that nutter," snapped Trudy, "And yes I know they might be dead. Of course I know that, but I can't just go to The Base. That would be like giving up, and I'm not giving up on them just yet. If you want to go to The Base and be reunited with your boyfriend, just go. We're not stopping you. Just draw us a map and we'll follow you." I looked at Tara and raised my eyebrows suggesting that Trudy had made a good point. "We could just meet you there," I said. "I want to get to The Base but I don't want to leave you all," said Tara, "No matter what happens I think it would be safer if we all stick together." "Well the bottom line is this," said Trudy, "I'm not leaving here until I've got my kids. You stay or go. Up to you." I don't know if Tara IS actually going to go. I don't want her to leave but as her boyfriend's at The Base I can understand why she'd want to leave. I guess the question is, is she going to take the car?

Later on I approached Esther and attempted to apologise for my drunken behaviour. She milked this for everything it was worth. B*tch. "Look," I unenthusiastically said, "I don't want to make a big deal out of this but I just want to say soz for the other night. OK?" I started to walk away but Esther stopped me. "Whoa hang on a minute," she said, "You might not want to make a big deal out of it but I do. I mean come on. Is that all I get? A half-hearted soz?" "OK," I bluntly said, "I am sorry." "And what exactly are you sorry for?" asked Esther. "Oh come on, you know what I'm sorry for," I said. "I would like you to be specific and state what you're apologising for," said Esther. "Fine," I said, rolling my eyes, "I'm sorry for getting drunk and saying all of these nasty things." "And you're sorry because . . . ?" prompted Esther. I was starting to get angry. "I'm sorry because I shouldn't have been sick all over you and I'm sorry because I shouldn't have what I said," I uttered through gritted teeth. Esther gave me a smug grin and nodded her head. This increased my anger. "Yeah," I said, "I shouldn't have said what I said." "Good," said Esther. "I should have said A LOT worse!" I loudly said in an irritated tone. Esther looked shocked and appalled. "And as for being sick on you; I'm surprised I haven't been sick on you before," I snapped, "Every time I see your face I can feel my stomach doing somersaults. I have to resist the urge to stick forks in my eyes so I don't have to look at you and get a traumatic flashback of all those horrid times I shagged your stiff, lifeless, cold corpse of a body. Next time I get drunk and have a go at you or do something like this, I'm not going to apologise; not if you're going to milk it for all it's worth. So you can take your apology, take your patronising comments and take your smug smile and stick 'em up your crab infested arse." I then stormed off making sure Esther didn't have a chance to say anything. God she is so irritating. I can't believe we have a kid together.

We are going to have to find a way to get on for the sake of Leo. One thing that we both have in common is that we don't think either of us will make natural parents. Maybe I should try and get some tips off Trudy. Mind you, I think she'd got a lot on her mind at the minute.

Where the Hell is Richard. . . .