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

Day 749: Friday 14th September 2018

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Day 749
Friday 14th September 2018

What an exhausting day! Everyone's got their real memories back we didn't get here without a load of stress on the way, however the day ended on a positive note and a curious note.

The drama stared when Mia approached me and sat next to me on the end of my single bed. "Sleep OK?" she said. "Oh yeah," I sarcastically said, "Like a baby. Nothing sends me to sleep like a load of worry about my missing baby son and elderly Auntie." "Look," Mia quietly said, "I've got a plan that might get us out of here." "You?" I exclaimed, "Mia, you're not exactly known for your genius interventions." "Look, I don't know what's going to happen when our memories are restored, or if they're restored," said Mia, "But I don't appreciate your snide comments. I want to get to the truth as much as you do and I think I've come up with a pretty good plan, so shut up and listen." Mia's firm assertiveness was a bit of a shock and I found that I had to remind myself that she was affected by fake memories. "When Naomi held me hostage, my Dad did everything she said," said Mia, "So that's the answer. If we make out you're holding me hostage, Dad might let us out of here." "You know that's not a bad idea," I said, "I'm going to miss having a conversation with you where I don't want to poke myself in the eye with a fork," I said. "What do you mean?" asked Mia. "Oh it doesn't matter," I said, "What am I going to hold you hostage with?" Mia sneakily passed me something. "There," she quietly said, "It's the end bit off my leather belt. It's got the buckle. I've been sharpening the prong. It's like a sharp spike now; a proper deadly weapon." "Right then," I said, "How do you want us to do this?" "Just make it look real but don't hurt me," whispered Mia, "In order for my Dad and his staff to believe it's real we need to convince this lot that it's real." "OK," I quietly said, "Are you ready?" Mia nodded. "What are you two whispering about?" asked Naomi from behind.

All of a sudden I leapt into action. I grabbed hold of Mia, yanked her off the bed, held both of her hands behind her back with my left hand, and pointed the sharpened belt buckle prong at her neck with my right. "Right!" I loudly snapped, "Get back the lot of you!" "Luke, what the Hell are you doing?" exclaimed Naomi. "Dad, what's going on?" asked Kyle. "Don't worry Kyle," I said, "I know what I'm doing." "I don't think you do," Trudy exclaimed, "That poor girl's already been held hostage once this week. Give her a break." "GOYLE! HAROLD!" I shouted, looking up at the cameras, "GET HERE NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL MIA!" "Luke, stop it!" snapped an angry Caroline, "I don't know what you're playing at but this isn't funny." "Do I look like I'm laughing?" I exclaimed. "What are you doing this for, boss?" asked TJ. "I want those f*ckers to let us out of here," I snapped, "Harold did what he was forced to do when Naomi took Mia hostage." "Yeah and look how that worked out," exclaimed Trudy, "Anne, Rick and your clone got killed and we all ended up getting gassed and locked in here." "Look," I firmly said, "I just want to get Leo back. Kyle, I'm talking about your little brother." "I don't have a little brother," snapped Kyle. "Yes you do," I firmly said, "And when I make Harold restore your memories, you'll remember him. I just want us all to get out of here." "Luke I'm really not sure this is the way to go about it," said Tara. "ENDO!" I loudly shouted, "SHOW YOURSELF OR I'M GOING TO KILL YOUR DAUGHTER!" "Luke, stop it," snapped Caroline, "Mia's done nothing wrong." "It's her Dad that's responsible for all this," I snapped, "This is the best way to get him down here." I looked up at the cameras. "COME ON HAROLD!" I yelled, looking up at the cameras, "GET DOWN HERE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ON A SCREEN, I WANT TO SEE YOU IN THE FLESH! COME ON!!!" "Luke, please," said Caroline, "Just stop this." "Hang on," said a confused Naomi, "What is that you're pointing at her neck? Some sort of sharp metal thing?" "Shut up Naomi," I firmly said. There was a short pause where Naomi looked on the scene with confusion. She looked at Mia's damaged belt and then looked at me. "That's Mia's belt buckle," said Naomi, "This is all staged isn't it?" "Shut up," I snapped through gritted teeth.