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

Day 744: Sunday 9th September 2018

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Day 744
Sunday 9th September 2018

What a day. I think something weird is going on but I don't know what.

The confusion started not long ago when I finished work. I was in the office, working later trying to get all that bl**dy paperwork done when I looked over at the clock, saw that it was nearly 11pm and decided enough was enough and to go home.

I locked up the office, secured the premises and put the alarm on and left the building. I started walking down the street when Naomi suddenly appeared and started walking next to me. She had a very serious look on her face. "Keep walking and just listen to me," she quietly said. "Oh for God's sake," I exclaimed, "What do you want now?" "Shushhhh," said Naomi with urgency in her voice, "Shut up and keep walking. Act normal and don't draw attention to yourself." "What are you talking about?" I exclaimed with annoyance. "Luke, I'm not p*ssing about," said Naomi, "Just keeping walking and act like everything's normal. I think I might be being watched." "What?" I said, sounding seriously concerned, "By who?" "No time for all that now," said Naomi, "I just need you to listen to me." "Naomi, if you're in danger, just stay close to me and I'll keep you safe," I assertively said. "Just shut up," said Naomi, "I need you to go home and do something." "Do what?" I said. "Go home and look at your photos." "You what?" I exclaimed. "Luke, how long have we known each other?" asked Naomi. "God, I don't know," I said, "About ten years. Why?" "So they'll be some photos of me and you and your house, yeah?" said Naomi. "Well, yeah, I suppose so," I said, "Why?" "Go home and look for them," said Naomi. "What the Hell for?" I exclaimed, "What's this all about." "Luke, just listen to me," said a serious Naomi, as the pair of us carried on walking down the street, "Go home and look for any pictures of you and me. In fact look for any old pictures. REALLY look and REALLY think. When you've done that, look at the magazines in your house. Read some of the articles and look at the pictures that go with. Notice what you see. REALLY notice. Then, watch the telly. Watch the programmes. Look for live shows, the national news, up-to-date soaps. Notice what you see, and then when you've done that, look on the back of someone's neck." "What the f*cking are you talking about?" I exclaimed, "You really do need help don't you?" "Just be quiet," said Naomi. "No I won't be bl**dy quiet," I snapped, "I've had enough of your lies and your stupid games. I bet there's no one watching you. You're just trying to f*ck with my head. Just get lost." "OK," said Naomi, "I'll go but I just want you to do two more things; agree to meet me 8pm tomorrow behind the old crypt next to the cemetery." "F*ck off, you mad cow" I snapped, "I'm not meeting you anywhere." "Trust me," said Naomi, "If you go home and do as I've asked, you'll WANT to meet me tomorrow. Now give me a fiver." "You what!?" I loudly exclaimed. "Shushhhh," said Naomi with insistence, "You need to stay quiet. Just give me a fiver." "Jesus," I said in dismay, "You show up yesterday, ranting and raving like a mad woman and now you're stalking me, harassing me outside my place of work, telling me some sh*t about being watched, all so you can talk b*llocks, give me some weird jobs, tell me to meet you outside a crypt tomorrow and ask me for money." "You'll get your fiver back tomorrow," snapped Naomi, "Just get on with it, this is important. I'm not p*ssing about." I rolled my eyes, produced a fiver from my pocket and handed it to Naomi. "Draw a face on it," she said. "Oh you're just taking the p*ss," I snapped, as I started to walk off. Naomi pushed her hands against my chest and stopped me from walking away. "Look, I know I'm getting on your nerves right now," said Naomi, "But you need to trust me. Seriously you need to do this. Just draw a silly face on it." Once again rolling my eyes, I produced a Biro from inside my jacket pocket, held the fiver up against a lamppost and drew glasses and a silly beard on the queen's face. I aggressively shoved it at Naomi and frowned. "There," I snapped, as Naomi took the note, "Anything else you want me to do or can I actually go home now?" "I'll see you tomorrow at eight," said Naomi. She then quickly scuttled off. I was left feeling very annoyed and utterly convinced that she was losing the plot.