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

Entry 772: Wednesday 7th November 2018

Entry 772
Wednesday 7th November 2018

I saw Harold again today and told him under no uncertain terms what I thought of him and his mind games.

I went to see Blade this morning and told him about my encounter with Mia yesterday. He wasn't happy at all that I gave Mia the coded message from Harold, but when I told him it was the only way I could get to see Mia, he mellowed slightly. Thankfully it didn't take much convincing to get him to take me to see Harold. I think at this point Blade's as equally p*ssed off with Harold as I am. After I told him about Harold's attempt to use Mia to kill me, we immediately jumped into his Land Rover and drove to the prison.

When we arrived at the prison, I found myself once again waiting for Harold in the small interview room with the glass screen that split the room in half. This time, Blade was the one who was pacing up and down. He was trying to contain his anger. I was actually quite surprised at home calm I was. After a few moments Harold was escorted into the room once again under armed GRID guard. He was clearly shocked to see me. "What's up Harold, you look like you've seen a ghost," I bluntly but confidently said, "Surprised to see me?" "You didn't give Mia the message, did you?" said a suspicious sounding Harold. "Oh, I did," I said, "I gave her the message. Against my better judgment. It was the only way I could get her to see me." "Then I don't understand," said a confused sounding Harold, "What happened?" "What happened is that you underestimated me!" I snapped, "I wasn't on my own. I went to see Mia with Mike and TJ. Thank God, they were there." Harold rolled his eyes, appearing frustrated. "Yeah," I said, "I thought that's the look I'd see on your face. If you're going to send someone to their death, you should probably make sure that they go on their own. I'd be dead now if it wasn't for Mike and TJ. Also, I might be a big piece of nothing with a little c*ck and not much going for him, but you forget that I lived on the mainland, I fought and lived through the outbreak." Harold walked up to the glass screen. "So, did I," he said with a menacing tone. "Not like me," I firmly said, "Not like the rest of us. You haven't killed people – infected and non-infected. You manipulate people into doing your own dirty work; just like you got Mia to try and kill me using some f*cked up code. That's what you do, you manipulate people." "When one finds oneself in an apocalypse, one must play to their strengths," said Harold, "One of my strengths is indeed manipulation. I enhanced that to my advantage. You had no strengths so you had to learn some." "Yeah, that's right," I firmly said, as I felt myself getting angrier, "I learnt alright. I learnt to fight. I learnt to fight to stay alive. The only reason you're still alive is because you lied and cheated." "And I'm still alive," said Harold, with a smug grin. "That can be rectified," I sniped. "That sounds like a threat to me, Luke." said Harold. "It is," I snapped, "You just better prey that they never let you out of here because if I get my hands on you, you'll have a lot more to worry about than what Roz or Trudy had in mind for you." "I've told you," said Harold, calmly, "Mia is going to come and let me out of here. It might take a while, but it's going to happen." "No!" I loudly said, "It's not. She hates you. She thought the idea that you thought she was going to come here and let you out was ridiculous. Anyway, she's living with me now. "I'm glad she has a friend nearby." said Harold. "You shouldn't be," I said, "She already hates you, and I'm going to spend every day making sure she remembers what a horrible man you are, oh, and don't think you'll be seeing your Grandchild." Harold's facial expression quickly changed from one of calm smugness to smouldering anger. "I'll be telling Mia every single day that her baby is better off without you." Harold maintained his expression of fury for a few moments until he returned to calm and smug. "Your attempts are worthless," he quietly said, "My influence over Mia, is stronger than you realise." "From a prison cell?" I bluntly said, "I don't think so." "You know what I can do," said Harold, "Yesterday is a perfect example of that." I walked right up to the glass and stared Harold directly in the face. "And you failed," I sniped, "That's what you are. You're a failure. Sitting in a prison, slowly rotting away. You're just existing now. I'm living. I'm living because I survived your stupid virus. I survived the outbreak." Harold adopted a very smug, villainous grin and also walked right up the glass that was separating us. "No, you didn't," he quietly said in a menacing tone." "What?" I exclaimed, "I didn't survive? Me standing in front of you right now; that's not me surviving? My God you really are mad, aren't you? Do you know what's really weird? You created this virus, but you're locked up and I'm free." Harold looked down, smiled and then looked up, shaking his head in a patronising tone. "You're not free," he said, "None of you are." "Coming from the man who's locked up?" I said, "Yeah right." I walked away from the glass and started pacing up and down the room with my hands on my head. I was so angry. "You think you're untouchable, don't you?" I snapped, "That no one can get to you. But look at you! I mean, just look at you. The great Harold Endo; the CEO of ACROBAT, locked up in a prison on the Isle of Wight. You're pathetic." "This is all very interesting Luke, but why have you come here?" asked Harold. "To tell you what a pr*ck you are for using Mia to kill me!" I snapped, "Mia told me what the secret message meant! A load of lies and bullsh*t about the me having the virus. Thankfully me, Mike and TJ were able to get her to see that it was another one of your mind games. I mean, lying to your daughter and giving her some secret bullsh*t message that meant I had the virus in me, all so you can use her to kill me. That's seriously f*cked up. Why did you do it?" "Well with hindsight perhaps it was a mistake," said Harold, "I feel glad that Mia will be living with you and that you'll be looking after her whilst she's carrying my Grandchildren, which I WILL see." "Keep dreaming, mate," I said. "Answer his question!" Blade assertively said to Harold. "Oh, look, he speaks," said Harold, "I thought he was just there for decoration." "Endo, it is up to me how comfortable your stay is, or isn't, in this place," Blade said with an air of authority, "I have had just about enough of your mind games. It's in your best interests not to p*ss me off. Now answer the man's question!" "Yeah, come on," I said, "Why did you want me dead?" There was a slight pause and ten Harold turned and gave me a menacing look. "Because you're useless," he bluntly said. I wasn't expecting that and I was a bit taken aback. "Excuse me?" I said. "You heard me," said Harold, "You're useless. You no longer served a purpose to me and to be quite honest, I thought if you were dead, I'd be putting you out of your oblivious misery and doing you a favour." There was a short pause. I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth and felt the fury in my body intensify as the red mist descended. I lost it. I started aggressively shouting and screaming as I banged my fists and kicked my feet violently against the glass. It was liked I'd turned into the incredible hulk. I just couldn't contain myself. "YOU F*CKING B*STARD!" I angrily shouted, "YOU BETTER NOT GET OUT OF HERE! BECAUSE I'LL KILL YOU! I MEAN IT! I'LL F*CKING KILL YOU!" Blade grabbed hold of me, pulled me away from the glass screen and ordered the armed GRID guard to take Harold back to his cell. I was furious. Blade had to calm me down and remind me that Harold was good at this sort of thing and that my angry reaction was probably what he wanted. He told me I should get on with my life, forget about Harold and leave him in prison to let him rot. That's exactly what I'm going to do.

I told Mum, Ash and Mia about my encounter with Harold and said that I never wanted to see him again. "He's such a f*cking narcissist," I bluntly said. "Isn't that a sort of daffodil?" asked Mia. "That's a narcissus," said Ash. "How the Hell do you know the posh names for flowers?" I asked Mia, "Have you ever studied botany?" "Oh no," said Mia, "I don't know anything about surgical procedures to the brain." I didn't have the energy to correct her. I was too angry about her father's arrogant attitude. God, I hate the man.

On a more positive note, Blade told me where Roz and Richard are living so I am definitely going to see them tomorrow. On a less positive note, Blade also told me that I'd be starting work on the farm in a couple of days or so. I am really not looking forward to that but I guess I do have to contribute, and it might help take my mind off being upset about Kyle, and being infuriated with Harold.