Luke's Diary: An Unlucky Man In A Zombie Apocalypse. Entries 757 to 956

Entry 940: Wednesday 24th April 2019

Entry 940
Wednesday 24th April 2019

It's been a hectic day. I went to the mainland to search for Kyle. I didn't find him, but I'll be going back tomorrow to search for him again. I'm determined to find him and bring him back here. Whilst I'm disappointed we didn't find Kyle, I was pleasantly surprised with who ended up coming with Roz and I to look for Kyle.

The day started when I got up early and prepared to head off to the mainland to search for Kyle. I'd agreed to meet Roz and her friend Rona down at Cowes seafront, so after I'd packed my bag, grabbed my knife and tightened my shoelaces, I made my way downstairs into the living room and got ready to leave. As I entered the living room, I saw Trudy sat on the sofa. She also had her backpack and her knife with her. "Oh," I said, sounding surprised, "Trudy. What are you doing up?" "I'm coming with you," she bluntly said. "You said you didn't want to get involved," I said. "Yeah, well I changed my mind," said a blunt Trudy. "How come?" I asked. "Well, you looked after me when we were in Egypt didn't you?" said a coy Trudy, "I mean, you only got on that jet in the first place to try and get me off, so I suppose I owe you one." "Aaaw," I said, "There is a heart in there somewhere isn't there?" "F*ck off with that soppy sh*t," snapped Trudy, "I never made you get on that jet, and I didn't need you looking after me; I can look after myself, and to be honest I should still be mad at you for not letting me kill Tara, but at the end of the day you put yourself out to make sure I was alright, so I suppose it's only right I do the same for you now." I smiled and went to give Trudy a big hug, but she pushed me away. "Get off d*ckhead," she said, "What you doing?" "Well, I was just going to give you a hug," I said. "Ugh, what for?" said Trudy, "No one's dead. Stop being a big pussy and let's get on with this." "Does TJ know you're coming?" I asked. "What's it got to do with f*cking TJ?" said Trudy, "I don't have to report to him?" "Yeah but he's going to have to look after Primark," I said. "So?" said Trudy, "He IS his Dad." "Yeah, but does he know he needs to look after Primark?" I asked. "Oh, I've left him a note, now shut up and let's find your frigging son." "You haven't told Mike you're coming, are you?" I said. "No," said Trudy, "I haven't told anyone." "Good," I said, "Mike might be able to look after himself, but the last thing we need is him kicking off and going out of his way to kill a load of infected. We just need to get to the mainland, find Kyle and get back here." "Yeah alright Jackanory," snapped Trudy, "Stop going on about it and let's get on with it." Trudy and I grabbed our bags, left the house and made our way through the quiet Cowes town centre down to the Cowes seafront.

When we arrived at the Cowes seafront, I saw Roz stood next to a chubby woman with long dark curly hair, glasses and a smile on her face. She was in her late thirties and wearing dark clothes. "Morning," said Roz, "This is Rona Phillips who I told you about. It's her boat we're using." Rona stepped forward, smiled and shook my hand. "Lovely to meet you," said an excitable Rona, "You're that man who was frozen for five weeks aren't you? Oh, I've always wanted to meet you. What was it like being frozen in time?" "Well, I can't really remember much about it," I said. "I'd love to be frozen in time," said Rona, "It sounds so exciting; like something out of sci-fi film. I love sci-fi me." "Oh great," said Trudy, rolling her eyes, "Another sci-fi loving lezza. That's all we need." "I'm not a lesbian," said Rona. "Well you look like one," said a blunt Trudy, "Anyway, if you're not a lezza, how come you go to Roz's lezzy minge licking group?" "It's a book group for vegan lesbians and their friends," said Roz. "Hmm," said a sarcastic Trudy, "I'm sure all the hundreds of lentil loving, labia licking lezzas of the island are thankful for such a group." "Anyway," I said to Trudy, "Who else is a sci-fi lesbian? You don't mean Sci-Fi Cyn do you?" "Course I do," said Trudy. "Sci-Fi Cyn's not a lesbian," I said. "Course she is," said Trudy, "All women who are into sci-fi are lezzas, plus she's been in prison." "So?" I said, "You've been in prison, and you're not a lesbian." "Yeah but I'm not into science fiction," said Trudy. "I'm not into science fiction," said Roz. "Yeah, but you ARE a lesbian," I said. "Well, I'm really excited to be giving you all a lift to the mainland," said Rona. "Excited?" said a confused Trudy. "Oh, yes," said Rona, "I love adventure. I just love it. I mean I know the whole outbreak and end-of-the world thingy is bad, but living in a world where there are lots of infected people running around trying to kill each other... Well... It's got to be exciting hasn't it? Like living in a sci-fi film." "I think you're a bit mental," said a blunt Trudy. "Can you look after yourself?" I asked Rona, "If one of the infected runs at you, can you sort them out?" "Oh, I've seen lots of zombie films and watched enough episodes of Star Wars, Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica to know some pretty awesome combat moves," said Rona. When I lived in London, I used to run the South East London Battlestar Galactica fan club, mind you I like music too. Rock, metal. Love it. Oh, and I adore Iron Maiden." "Listen love," snapped Trudy, "We don't need a run-down of your f*cking CV. Are we getting on this boat or what?" "Sorry," giggled Rona, "I do get a bit of verbal diarrhoea about my geeky loves." "The way you're stood there in those dodgy jeans it looks like you've got ACTUAL diarrhoea," said Trudy.