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

Day 737: Sunday 2nd September 2018

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Day 737
Sunday 2nd September 2018

I feel so strange. So odd. So numb. I'm currently sat in a clinical white room that looks identical to the one I was in before I turned up in bed next to Caroline in Feemh Oak. It's been a dramatic day and now I just feel . . . . I don't know . . .  Nothing. Right now I just feel nothing . . . .

The drama started late in the morning when Lindon was being his usual nervous self. I'd had ANOTHER weird dream about Rick last night which had put me in a bit of a mood. Why the Hell can't I get that man out of my head? When I woke up and made myself a cup of tea Lindon was pacing up and down with worry all over his face. "Oh for God's sake," I said, "What's wrong with you?" "I'm scared," said Lindon. "About what?" I angrily exclaimed, "I've already told you there's nothing to worry about. Stop pacing about and sit down. Christ, you're making me nervous." Lindon sat on the sofa and started nervously biting his nails. I noticed that he kept looking over at the front door. "Oh stop looking at the door," I said, annoyingly rolling my eyes, "It's not like the police are just going to burst in. No one knows I'm here." I continued drinking my tea as I frowned with concern and suddenly realised that Lindon might have called the police, and that's why he was acting all nervous and looking at the door. "No one DOES know I'm here do they?" I said to Lindon with an air of suspicion, "You haven't told anyone have you?" Lindon lowered his head and looked very guilty. This told me everything I needed to know. I flew into a fit of rage. "You b*stard!" I loudly snapped, as I picked up the kettle and violently hurled it across the room. Lindon jumped to his feet and looked rather scared. "Who have you told?" I aggressively asked Lindon, as I pointed a firm finger at him. He just stood there trembling, looking like a dopy tw*t. "F*CKING TELL ME!" I angrily shouted, as I threw myself at him, grabbed hold of him by the scruff of the neck and pinned him up against the living room. "TJ!" Lindon loudly quivered, "I phoned TJ. I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do. You and TJ are best friends. He said he'd come and talk to you. He was a bit shocked to get a phone call from me after all this time." "You idiot. You stupid f*cking idiot," I snapped, "Don't you realise what you've done. He's going to turn up here with the cops. You've just got me banged up." "No!" Lindon, loudly said, "He said he'd come on his own." All of a sudden there was a knock on Lindon's front door. I looked at the door, then looked back at Lindon with an angry expression on my face. Lindon looked really nervous but I didn't give a toss about his feelings at this point. I moved forward, quickly and confidently opened the front door to discover TJ stood on the door step. "Boss," he said with relief in his voice, "Thank God." TJ entered the cottage and shut the door behind him. "What's going on boss?" asked TJ, "What are you doing here? Have you forgotten what this guy did to Tara? Why didn't you come to me? We're mates. I could have helped. What the Hell have you done to your hair?"  "Are the police outside?" I bluntly asked. "You what?" asked TJ. "Are. The. Police. Outside?" I slowly asked in an intimidating tone. "No, I came here on my own," TJ said sheepishly, "It's so good to see you. We've all been so worried. We tried calling you but your phone's dead." Ignoring TJ, I walked over to the front of the cottage, slightly moved the old fashioned net curtain and peered out of the window. "What's up?" asked TJ, querying why I was looking outside. I knew TJ was lying and was convinced that he'd brought the cops. I turned round to TJ and Lindon and flashed them both a big fake smile. "Tell you what," I cheerily said, "Why don't the three of us spend the day together?" "Well . . . Where do you want to go?" asked TJ. "Nowhere," I said. "We can all stay in here and chill. Lindon's got some great board games, and he plays a mean game of dominoes." "Well don't you want to go outside?" asked TJ. "No," I said, in a casual manner, "Let's stay inside and have a game's marathon." "Well . . ." said TJ, sounding nervous and unsure, "I . . . Err . . .  Look boss, it's a nice day outside. We could for a walk and talk about what's been going on." "We can talk in here," I said. "Yeah but don't you want to go outside?" asked TJ, "Get some fresh air? Come on. You don't want to stay stuck in here do you?" "I'm absolutely fine in here," I bluntly said with a serious look on my face. I stared at TJ and eyeballed him with an intimidating and menacing look. TJ looked nervous. He looked at Lindon, who looked even more nervous. There was a tense silence which lingered for a while. "Well," said a quivering TJ, "I err . . .  I guess . . . Err . . ." "Oh TJ, knock it off," I bluntly said, "I know the police are out there waiting for me. It's written all over your face. That's why you want to get me out of the cottage." "Honestly boss," said TJ, sounding sorrowful, "They only want to help. You're not really in any trouble. It's just that you're not well. The police and the medics are going to help you. Come on boss, come outside with me." "Oh shut up you f*cking idiot," I angrily snapped, "I'm not your boss and those w*nkers out there do NOT want to help me. Jesus. I think I preferred it when you were making up stories about shagging models and porn stars." "What?" said a confused TJ. "Right," I assertively said, leaping into action, "TJ. How did you get here?" "I drove in my car," said TJ. "Go and get it and bring it closer to the cottage," I firmly said. "What for?" asked TJ. "Just f*cking do it!" I yelled. "Boss, if I go back out there without you, the cops will raid this place," said TJ. "Not if you tell them I'm holding Lindon hostage," I said. "Hostage?" exclaimed TJ. "W-w-w-what?" said a trembling Lindon. "Luke, come on," said TJ, "This is getting serious." "I knew it was getting serious days ago," I snapped, "Now go outside, bring your car closer to the cottage, come back in here and give me the keys." There was a tense silence as Lindon and TJ looked anxious and exchanged nervous stares. Getting annoyed, I rapidly produced Naomi's nail clippers from my pocket, threw myself at Lindon and with my left hand, pinned him up against the living room by his neck and with my right hand, held the sharp file part of the nail clippers less a millimetre away from Lindon's right eye. "Get the f*cking car or I start gauging this pr*ck's eyes out." TJ gasped, looked scared and horrified and held his hands out trying to calm me down and assure me that everything was going to be OK. "OK. OK," said TJ, "It's OK. I'll do what you want. I'll bring the car closer. No one needs to get hurt." Lindon looked absolutely terrified. I wasn't really going to gauge the idiot's eyes out but I needed TJ to think I was serious. TJ left and I loosed my grip on Lindon and put the nail clippers away. "Sorry Lindon," I said, "I wasn't really going to gauge your eyes out. I just needed TJ to think I was serious." Lindon stormed over to the other side of the room. "I want you to go," he said. "Don't worry, I'll be going sooner than you think," I bluntly said, "None of this'd be happening if you'd have kept your mouth shut."