I woke up this morning after a nice day off yesterday with a thumping headache and a nose crammed full of snot.
I’m not one to over exaggerate but honestly I think this may be the start of the zombie apocalypse. My eyes look vaguely normal in the mirror at the moment, but who knows when I will slip into a coma and awake craving brains?
I’ve listened through the curtains and I still can’t hear the sound of people screaming, so it must just be affecting large cities at the moment. It’s only a matter of time before the panic reaches Warwickshire and cars are on fire in the street.
There’s no point going to hospital, they will already be overwhelmed and trying to understand why so many are ill.
The news doesn’t seem to be mentioning a viral outbreak but I’m sure this is because the government will want to restrict knowledge of civil unrest. It’s unlikely we’ll all know the truth until it’s too late. Men in power created this virus by accident in a lab anyway so they will be reluctant to confess to their crimes.
I’d better fill the bath with water in the meantime so that when the looting starts and the fabric of society breaks down I still have something to drink.
Food is also a concern but hopefully the Sainsburys driver will deliver my weekly shopping before he starts eating people – or one of his customers in a more advanced stage than me eats him.
I hope this doesn’t happen because I have a lot of carrier bags I need to give him for recycling.
In the meantime I think I have a Lemsip sachet that might hold it at bay for the crucial seconds needed to pick up the TV remote and slump into my armchair.
I will need to make it downstairs though and boil the kettle. This could be the end.
Goodbye cruel world!