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

Entry 871: Thursday 14th February 2019

Entry 871
Thursday 14th February 2019

I've just realised that it's Valentine's Day today and to be honest I'm not that bothered – or should I say that I wasn't bothered until something was pushed under the front door earlier on...

Work was OK today. There were a few people who didn't report in but the majority did. I'm glad things are getting back to normal.

Me, Roz and Kyle went for another walk down the seafront with Kyle. Thankfully no one approached us like they did yesterday, but we did notice people stood in pairs scattered around the centre of Cowes handing out leaflets. "Look at that," I said, pointing over at two women who were handing out the leaflets, "God botherers handing out leaflets. I think they're a bit late to start trying to convert people. God, religion and all that b*llocks hasn't helped so far has it. It'll be three years in August this year since the outbreak happened." Roz went over and took a leaflet from one of the women. She looked at it and then walked back over to me and Kyle. "It's nothing to do with God," said Roz, handing the leaflet to me, "Look." Kyle and I looked at the text on the leaflet. "What the f*ck is this?" I angrily said, as I started to read out the text, "The Infected Treated With Acceptance N Kindness? Come together and join a growing number of people dedicated to caring for our infected loved ones. Care not kill." It then listed some dates when someone from this group of people would be giving a talk about their aims and objectives on what they were trying to achieve in Cowes, Newport and Sandown. "There's a talk in the centre of Cowes this Sunday at midday," I said, "This is stupid. How can anyone think that looking after the infected is a feasible idea. What the Hell is wrong with these people?" "Maybe we should go to this talk on Sunday," said Roz, "Find out what they've got to say." "I want to come too," said Kyle. "I think it's best you stay at home," said Roz, "I know this leaflet doesn't mention you but let's be honest, these people are angry that you killed Ella instead of quarantining her. I think you should avoid these people." Kyle was about to say something but Roz interrupted him. "Kyle, don't tell me you can look after yourself," said Roz, "I know you can look after yourself. WE know you can look after yourself. You tell us every five minutes. No one thinks you can't look after yourself, but maybe we'd like to look after you. What do you think your Mum would say if she was here?" "Well I think she'd be freaked out that you two are spending loads of time together," said Kyle. "Don't be smart," said Roz, "I'm talking about what your Mum would say if she knew what was going on and saw this leaflet?" "Yeah alright," said Kyle, rolling his eyes, "I won't go but make sure you tell me everything that's said." "Of course, we will," said Roz. As we continued walking down towards the seafront, we noticed people giving us dirty looks and disapproving stares. Thankfully the increased presence of armed GRID soldiers made us feel safe, but I could tell Kyle was getting angry. "Kyle, I can see you're getting p*ssed off," I said. "Well what do you expect Luke?" snapped Kyle, "I can see everyone looking at me." "Just ignore them and focus on Leo," said Roz, "He's what matters, none of these idiots. If anything kicks off, we can deal with it and there are GRID soldiers all over the place." I don't need them to look after me," said Kyle, "I can..." "We know," said Roz, interrupting Kyle, "Look after yourself." Thankfully, apart from a few nasty looks we didn't get any hassle, but I think we all certainly felt like public enemy number one.

Blade radioed through today and told us that Kyle starts his counselling on Monday. Roz and I are both glad it's been sorted but Kyle doesn't think he needs it. "I'm not mad," he said. "No one's saying you're mad," said Roz. "Someone thought I was mad once," said Richard. "Hmm, I can see why," I bluntly said. "I told my counsellor that I was suffering from depression and low mood and he said he couldn't do anything about it." "Doesn't sound like a very good counsellor," I said. "He wasn't," said Richard, "He was more interested in bins being emptied on time and lowering council tax." "Richard, that sounds like a local city councillor. That's different to a therapeutic counsellor." "I saw a therapeutic counsellor once," said Mum, "He said I had a problem with sex addiction. Well, I told him he was absolutely mistaken. Being addicted to sex wasn't a problem for me. We shagged each other in our last session." "Kyle, you promised Blade you'd engage with counselling," said Roz, "And me and Luke think it will be good for you. Just please give it a go." "Yeah OK," said Kyle, rolling his eyes, "Just make sure you look after Leo whilst I'm not here." "Kyle, I can look after Leo," I said. "Hmmm," said Kyle, sounding unconvinced. This p*ssed me off a bit. Kyle seemed to be suggesting that I couldn't look after Leo and implied that he did a better job of looking after Leo than me. I'm his Dad for crying out loud! He'd better watch himself. If he keeps saying stuff like that, I might end up losing my temper and snapping at him.

Before I went to bed Ash handed me a card. "What's this?" I asked. "A disposable BBQ," Ash sarcastically said, "What does it look like? It's a card." I took the card off Ash with curiosity. "Well it's Valentine's Day today," I said, with a smile on my face, "Maybe I've got a secret admirer." "Hmm," said Ash, sounding sceptical, "I think that's doubtful. No offence." "Yeah well quite a lot taken," I bluntly said. I opened the envelope and it was indeed a Valentine's Card; a small card with a big red heart on the front. I showed it to Ash. "F*ck off," said Ash, "There's no way someone's sent you a Valentine's Card. It's obviously a p*ss take." "Again," I bluntly said, "Quite a lot of offence taken." "What does it say inside?" asked Ash. I opened the card, read the text and a smile appeared on my face. "It's from your sister," I said. "You what?" asked Ash. I read out the text. "Luke, we need to talk. Meet me at Tonino's Italian Restaurant in Cowes on 15th at 8pm. Love N. Then there's a kiss. It's Naomi. She wants to make up." Luke, there's no way that's from Naomi," said Ash, "It's not the sort of thing she'd do. I mean come on. Her other half is missing. She wouldn't just come here and post this through the door and then leave. She'd knock on the door and confront things head on. That's what she's like. You know that." "Well I think it's from Naomi," I said, "We need to talk. That's what it says. It's obviously Naomi. I mean who else could it be?" "God knows?" said Ash, "Some blind nutter?" "Well as far as I'm concerned, I've got a Valentine's Card and tomorrow I'm going on a date." "You're actually going to meet this person?" exclaimed Ash. "This person IS Naomi," I said, "YOUR sister." "I don't think it is," said Ash. "Well I think it is," I said, as I picked up the walkie talkie. "What are you doing?" asked Ash. "I'm going to tell TJ that Naomi's sent me a Valentine's Day card." "Oh God Luke," said Ash, "Don't do that. This has got disaster written all over it." Ignoring Ash, I radioed through to TJ. "Alright Elizabeth," he said, "What can I do for you? Tips on how to attract ladies?" "No thanks," I smugly said, "I just want to ask you something. Did you receive any Valentine's Day cards today?" "Yeah, about fifty," said TJ, "I woke up this morning and I couldn't open my door." "Hmm," I said, "Lost your key again?" "The sheer volume of Valentine's Day cards, all stuck together with clunge juice from the dirty b*tches who've rubbed their fannies on the card, meant I couldn't open the front door," said TJ, "Are you radioing me to ask what it's like to be a stud who gets all the attention off the ladies?" "No," I said with a smug grin, "I'm radioing through to tell you that I received a Valentine's Day card from Naomi." "F*ck off," said TJ, "There's no way someone's sent you a Valentine's Card. It's obviously a p*ss take." "Why do people think that?" I asked, "That's what Ash said." "Well he's right," said TJ, "You probably sent it to yourself." "Coming from you that's a bit rich," I said. "I bet you were having a w*nk as you wrote the card so you could try and disguise the writing," said TJ, "As if someone would send you a Valentine's Day card." "He's not lying TJ," Ash said, "I've seen it. It's got a big love heart on the front." "Well in that case it's probably from some retarded munter with webbed feet." "It's Naomi," I said, "I'm telling you. It all makes sense. I'm meeting her at that Italian restaurant in Cowes tomorrow." TJ and I had some back and forth insulting banter and he did his best to try and wind me up but it didn't work.

With all the drama that's been going on I'm really excited to be enjoying some positivity. As far as I'm concerned Naomi's sent me a Valentine's Day card and tomorrow we're going on a date! I can't wait!