Lockey vs. the Apocalypse by Meadows, Carl (love novels in english .TXT) 📗

just get caught up in all your own shit, don’t you? You drift away from loved ones, forget to check in and just see how they are, let them know you’re okay.

I’m so glad we got to reconnect, but angry at myself that it took an apocalypse for me to realise just how important they both were to me.

Tell the people you care about you love them. Don’t say you haven’t got time; make the time. Human connection is all we have, it’s what makes us who we are, what makes life worth living. Money, possessions, status, your social media accounts; they’re all a steaming pile of shit that mean nothing in the long run. The greatest gift you can give any person is the gift of your time and attention. It’s a lesson I’ve been taught by the end of the world as we know it, so whoever you are reading this, make the fucking time. Those human connections are priceless treasures we should hold close.

Maria was inadvertently picked up by some of Bancroft’s men when she was forced to venture out a week after the world died and stood up again. For a moment, she thought she was saved from a pack of five monsters, only to realise the ones who saved her from the undead were the real monsters. She was certain she was going to be raped by the way they looked at her. Maria is a striking looking woman even in her mid-forties, and the shade of her skin is just exquisite, smooth and hardly lined by time.

She was smart though, thinking on her feet. Once the animals discovered she was a trained medical professional, they left her untouched and took her back to Jamie.

I’m relieved, I won’t lie. What those poor younger women had to endure was horrific, and I’m glad Maria was saved that awful fate. Bancroft was smart enough to recognise the value of a highly trained and experienced nurse, so she was off-limits, acting as the physician for his bunch of goons, and to treat some of the women used a little roughly by those animals.

Again, I won’t cry for them. If I could raise them up to kill them again myself I would, for what they put those women through. Savages.

We’ve already introduced Mark Reynolds to our tale. His son Charlie is the fucking bomb. He’s nine years old, witty as fuck for a kid his age, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Mark is white, in his late thirties, and his wife—who died when Charlie was a baby from breast cancer—was Kenyan. Charlie is the perfect blend of them both and has this glowing russet coloured skin, spectacular hazel coloured eyes, and a cheeky smile that lights up his whole face. Shit, when he’s older, the girls are going to swoon over him. Looks, charisma, intelligence, and humour? Form an orderly line, ladies.

Mark’s a clever guy who is just one of those old school types who can turn his hand to anything. Carpentry, construction, electrics, gas, plumbing; you name it, this guy does it. He’s the ultimate handyman and used these mad engineering skills to make his own hours to look after his boy. Bancroft was one of his clients and he was working at Jamie’s mansion the day the world went to shit. Bancroft wouldn’t let him go, but Mark put his foot down and said he wouldn’t do shit round the place while his boy was out there. Bancroft’s men went and swept up Charlie from the childminder, pretty much just ripping him away, then used the boy as his leverage. Shitbag move.

Still, they stayed together and they’re an absolute dream as a partnership. Mark’s a pretty funny guy and speaks to Charlie like he’s much older, because he’s such a smart kid. This brings the best out of him and I love watching them together. Charlie idolises his dad, and Mark loves every bone of that boy. Mark is the poster boy for awesome single fathers, and I’m so glad they’re still together.

Naturally, Charlie and Particles are now homeboys for life. The kid won’t leave the dog alone, and the little attention whore fucking loves it. I think Charlie is the first person that Particles hasn’t looked outraged at. I’m sure that dog has some aged human soul. He’s so in tune with the people around him at times it’s pretty freaky.

Next up is our mole on the inside during the Turd Mountain operation. Isaac Sadler is a tech nerd, a complete geek around computers and electronics. Self-employed, he set up the security system for Bancroft and when the world went to hell, Bancroft had him grabbed. Straight up kidnapped direct from his home.

You can tell Isaac is a funny guy, with an intelligent dry sarcasm punctuated by slightly goofy humour. He’s quite shy though, and every time Freya comes in the room, he looks like he’s about to have a panic attack, having no idea how to speak to her without falling to pieces. It’s sweet. He’s a bit dizzy with me as well, but I think is a bit more comfortable because (a) Freya is stupidly attractive and makes even straight women go a bit wobbly at the knee and (b) he can communicate with me because I can talk geek culture with him, like movies, TV shows, comics, fantasy novels, and all that jazz. It’s a comfort zone for him.

He’s a likable guy about my age, maybe a year or two older. I don’t know how much use his computer skills will be, but Nate seems pretty set on Isaac looking to hook up a security system like Bancroft around our perimeter. That would be pretty cool to be fair.

Next up, Norah Hardy.

This woman is the absolute dog’s bollocks. She’s a little over sixty, with that super matronly look that just tells you she’s got stories filled with bucketloads of sage advice and boundless wisdom. She was widowed two years