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

Day 733: Wednesday 29th August 2018

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Day 733
Wednesday 29th August 2018

I'm at Naomi's. It all kicked off today.

The first half of the day was rather mundane with nothing special or significant happening. Caroline told me that she thought we should consider seeing a marriage counsellor. I made it obvious I wasn't impressed by the idea. We argued for a bit and Caroline eventually told me that she'd invited Rick round for dinner with the hope that he might be able to talk to me in private afterwards and "talk some sense into me." This was perfect, I thought to myself - a great way for me to meet this Rick; the mayor of the town who everyone seems to think I have met before. I thought I could ask him some questions which might give me a bit more of an idea of what's going on around here. However, I wasn't prepared for what happened when Rick arrived.

I had another weird dream last night. The usual man was in the dream, but this time I knew he was stopping me from seeing Leo, so I tricked him into thinking I was doing something I wasn't (I can't remember the details) but I ended up in another fight with the man, in a desperate attempt to get Leo back. When I woke up I didn't think about the dream too much. I just thought it was yet another strange dream that had something to do with being in the weird situation I was in. To be honest my mind was thinking about Lindon and wondering what he was doing in this town but in the evening when Caroline was cooking dinner, I started to think my dreams were more important that I realised.

In the evening Caroline and Kyle were setting the table when there was a knock at the door. "That'll be Rick," said Caroline, "Kyle go let him in." "God," said Kyle, "I think you just wanted a skivvy not a son." "Just answer the door," Caroline firmly said. Kyle went to answer the door as I continued helping Caroline set the table. "Please don't mess this up, Luke," said Caroline, "You've always listened to Rick, so please listen to him now." "Well I hope you've made loads," a loud and confident voice said, referring to Caroline's cooking, "I am absolutely starving." "The owner of the voice entered the kitchen/dining area and I was utterly surprised. Seeing Lindon yesterday was a shock but that was nothing compared to this. I froze to the spot, widened my eyes and starred at the arriving visitor with unbelievable shock all over my face. It was Rick – a man in his mid-thirties with short dark hair and a bit of stubble, a man who I thought I'd never seen before, but I had. It was the man who's been in all of my recent dreams. I could not believe what I was seeing. "Alright Luke?" said a cheery Rick, "How's things? Plan on coming back to work soon you part timer?" In the blink of an eye I picked up a steak knife from the dining table, threw myself at Rick, grabbed hold of his neck, pushed him across the room, pinned him up against the wall and pressed the blade of the knife gently against his neck. "Luke what the Hell are you doing, let him go!?" Caroline loudly and frantically said. "Dad, what you doing?" asked a worried and freaked out Kyle. Rick looked absolutely shocked and slightly nervous. "Luke, what's going on?" Rick asked. "Where. Is. My. Son?" I firmly asked. "What are you talking about?" said Rick, "He's stood right there." "My OTHER son," I angrily said through gritted teeth. "Oh not this again," said Caroline, "I thought all this was over." "Luke, you don't have another son," said Rick, "You only have Kyle." "Do you think I won't use this knife to cut your throat open?" I confidently said to Rick, "Because I will. I REALLY will." "Luke, stop it!" screamed Caroline as she tried to pull me off Rick. "Luke, it's me. Rick," he said. "I don't know you," I firmly said, "I've never met you in my life." "Dad, what are you on about?" said Kyle, "It's Rick. You know him." "Shut up Kyle," I snapped. "Kyle's right, Luke," said Rick, "You're just getting confused. You do know me. Rick Hales, 33, Town Mayor. Originally from Hampshire, used to work in Children's Services before being mayor. Enjoy music, singing, guitar, drums. Big fan of American Football. Bit of a class clown at times." "Where. Is. My. Son?" I aggressively asked Rick. "LUKE, STOP IT!" screamed Caroline. "Luke, I don't know what to say?" panicked Rick, "As far as I'm aware you only have one son. If you do have another son. I don't know where he is." I felt someone's hand, gently grab hold of my arm. Without thinking I quickly turned round and swiped the knife in the air, rapidly from left to right and ended up accidentally slicing Kyle's left arm. Kyle gasped and quickly stepped back as blood ran down his pasty white arm. "Oh God," said Caroline. She quickly ran over to the sink, grabbed a tea towel and pressed it against the cut. "Oh Kyle, I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to do that." "Just get out Luke!" Caroline, loudly said. "It was an accident," I emphasized, "I didn't mean to hurt him." "But what about the others, Luke?" exclaimed Caroline, "Hurting me, threatening Harold with a knife, pinning Rick up against a wall and shoving a knife in his face and now you've stabbed your own son." "I haven't stabbed him," I snapped, "It's a graze." "There's blood everywhere!" Caroline yelled. "It was an accident!" I shouted. "I'm going to call that psychiatrist," said Caroline, "I told him there was no need for him to be involved because you weren't hurting anyone, but look now. Just look! What are you going to do next? Stab me?" A tense silence followed in which I received some awkward looks. Caroline looked at me with anger, Rick looked at me with concern and disappointment and Kyle looked like he was in a right mood with me. At this point I didn't care about Caroline or Rick, I was just worried about Kyle and wanted him to know I was sorry. "Kyle," I said, "I . . ." "Just get lost," said Kyle, interrupting me. "Kyle," I said, "Please I . . ." "I said get lost!" Kyle snapped, raising his voice. "You heard him," said a firm Caroline, "Just go." "Well where am I supposed to go?" I asked. "Go stay at TJ's," snapped Caroline, "Or better still, go and stay with your tart, Naomi." "I think phoning this psychiatrist might be a good idea," said Rick. I turned and gave Rick a furious stare. "Luke, it's just to try and help you," said Rick, "You're not well." "I'll phone them first thing in the morning," said Caroline. Realising that I was defeated and in the minority, I decided to leave. I was also worried that I could be woken up by some sort of health professionals ready to section me and send me to the mad house. I told Kyle I was sorry, gave Rick an evil stare, told him that we had unfinished business, and then left. I was feeling really down about hurting Kyle, angry with Rick, as I was convinced he was hiding something and really worried about Caroline getting me sectioned. I had no idea what to do or where to go so I ended up with the only person who was keen to see me; Naomi.