The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse (10 page)

He told me they had died.

I was out of my chair in a heartbeat. If I was quick
I could get over to his house in ten minutes.

Chapter
Forty-One: Crime Scene

***

I pulled over to the side of the road and switched
off the engine. I felt empty. Brendan’s house looked like some kind of crime
scene from an action movie. Police cars and ambulances were parked outside his
house. Yellow tape blocked off his garden and driveway. A small crowd of
neighbours gathered at the cordon. Policemen and women were talking to several
people off to one side. I could see them writing down notes. I wound down my
window, as one of the neighbours stepped off their garden.

‘Excuse me.’ The young woman, she had to be in her
late teens, stopped by the car. ‘What happened here?’

‘I don’t really know,’ she replied by shrugging her
shoulders. ‘Apparently there was a gunshot, but I don’t know if that is true or
not.’ The image of my dream flashed within my mind’s eye. It was the man
sitting in the chair, holding the smoking gun. Had that person been Brendan? I
didn’t know. I had only met him on one occasion. The man in the dream was
faceless. Was I supposed to stop him? Was there a way I could have saved him?
Why had he done it? Did he believe in his predictions so much that he lived a
sad and lonely life just to meet me? What made me so special? ‘Are you okay?’
asked the young girl. ‘Did you know him?’

‘No,’ I lied. ‘I didn’t know him.’

Chapter
Forty-Two:  Brendan’s Gift

***

I swigged at the bottle, as I paced across my living
room. The wine tickled the back of my throat, as it entered my body. I was
never a big drinker to start with. I could already feel my head getting that
little bit lighter and my problems were not as heavy as before. I don’t
understand why Brendan did it. It made no sense. Why would he kill himself? We
were a day away from the end of the world. Didn’t he want to know what would
happen? Didn’t he want to know what all this was about? Lucy sat on the couch,
ears back. I could feel her watching, as I eyeballed the two items propped up
on the armchair. I had found two packages down the side of the house when I had
got back. It was just as Brendan’s e-mail said. He must have come over during
the night and tucked them in the shadows. How long had he been planning to kill
himself? It could not have been a spur of the moment. Not if he wrapped these
up, drove over, and took the time to hide them carefully.

‘Fuck it.’

I took another swig from the bottle and then placed
it down onto the coffee table.

I headed for the big package first. It was about two
foot high and two foot wide. Was this another one of his paintings? I brushed
my hands across the brown parcel paper, in search for a crease in the tape he
had secured it with. Frustration got the better of me. I needed to know what
this was. He had told me that he had some important information to give me. Was
this it? Was I about to learn the secret to what this all meant? I tore at the
paper. I dug my fingernails into the brown paper and ripped like a wild fox
trying to get into a bin full of goodies. The wrapping was tossed onto the
floor. A painting was revealed.

‘What...?’

I staggered back into the centre of the living room.

I tilted my head this way and that.

My eyes scanned the painting carefully. There was no
doubt about it. The person in the painting was me. I was covered in blood. It
was just like my dream. My hands, my arms, my face, my t-shirt and trousers
were drenched in blood, but I didn’t seem to have any physical wounds. The
blood was not mine. In one hand I held a bottle of wine. Unconsciously, I
glanced towards the bottle of wine on the table. It was my solution for things
that were too big to handle. In my other hand was a gun. Why would I have a gun?
I don’t own a gun. What would I need a gun for? For a long moment in time I
just stared at the image in front of me. Was this the message that Brendan
wanted me to know? Was this how the end of the world would be? Would I have to
murder others to survive? Would the new world be that dangerous?

I approached the smaller package.

It looked like a shoebox, but wrapped in the same
brown paper.

I ripped it open like a child on Christmas morning.
I discarded the lid and looked within. Only two items sat within the box. The
first was a hand written letter. The second item was a silver revolver. It was
identical to the gun in the painting. I picked up the letter and began to read.

‘Dear Logan, by now I will be dead. I apologise for
leaving you like this. I know you had many questions that you wanted me to
answer. I am afraid I cannot answer any of them. I am in the dark as much as
you. I don’t know why any of this is happening. I don’t know why my family were
taken away from me in such cruel and unforgiving circumstances. If there is a
god, he does not love us. We are the cursed ones. I have known for a long time
that we would meet. I know the dark and horrible things that have happened to
you. I know the pain you feel from losing your baby. I know you are a good
person. It is why I have willed myself to stay alive until the day we met.
Without my family I am nothing. I just want to be with them. I cannot live this
life any longer. I have given you a gun from my father’s old collection. It is
loaded and in perfect working condition. In my dreams I have seen that you are
holding it. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but I hope the gun helps
you to survive the apocalypse. I have also sent you my last painting. I don’t
know what it means, but I think the context is pretty clear. The world is going
to end. A new world of violence, death and destruction will appear. You will
need to kill to stay alive. I wish you luck, Logan. You are important. We were
destined to meet each other. It might have only been a brief encounter, but you
are not alone. I know there are others like us in the world. Maybe that is your
destiny. You might have to find them. You might have a key part in the new
world. Good luck. I wish you well. Brendan.’

‘Damn it.’ I dropped down onto the couch next to
Lucy.

She shuffled over to me and placed her head on my
knee.

It was her telling me that I was not alone. She
could sense I was upset. I leaned forward and plucked the wine bottle from the
table. I took a swig, as I stroked my fingers through Lucy’s fur. So, that was
it. Brendan was gone. I had waited all these years just to meet someone who saw
what I saw. I had waited for someone to tell me I wasn’t mad. I had longed to
find someone that could give me answers. Brendan was now dead. He had taken his
own life.

I glanced at the painting.

The apocalypse was tomorrow.

Everything was about to change.

Chapter
Forty-Three: Temptation

***

Lucy’s bark echoed throughout the house, as she
charged towards the front door. I dropped the empty wine bottle down onto the
living room floor and staggered to my feet. The world seemed to tilt at a funny
angle. I stumbled across the living room and out into the hallway. I nearly
bounced off the wall. Someone knocked on the front door.

‘Clarissa?’ I asked the world in general.

Lucy yapped and growled at the door. It sounded
aggressive, but her tail wagged excitingly.

I unlocked the door. ‘Hello?’

‘Logan.’ Isabella greeted me with a welcoming smile.

‘Isabella? What are you doing here?’

‘I wanted to talk to you. I haven’t been able to
catch you on the phone.’

‘What about your husband?’

‘He is away for tonight. Can I come in?’

Unconsciously, I looked her up and down and then
down and up again. Isabella was wearing a skirt and blouse combination. The
skirt flowed elegantly down her body and hung at the level of her ankles. The
blouse was a tight fit. She had cleverly left the top three buttons undone,
which gave me a very good view at her delicious looking cleavage. My eyes
stayed on her tits for a few seconds before I glanced back up to her face.
Should I let her in? Did I have anything else to say to her?

‘Come on in.’

The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

‘Hello.’ Isabella made a fuss of Lucy, as she
stepped into the hallway. I closed the front door and headed towards the
kitchen. ‘She is lovely. I always wanted a dog.’ Isabella followed several
steps behind me. ‘I am sorry I never told you about my husband. I don’t want
you to think I am the type of woman that would openly cheat like that.’ I
entered the kitchen and filled up the kettle. The kitchen was fairly open and
had enough counter space to meet my needs and just enough space to squeeze in a
small table. It hadn’t been used much since my family moved back up north. ‘I
know it must look bad, but you and I talked for weeks on end. I really care
about. I know you are a good person. I am falling for you. It is why I had to
meet you.’

‘You are falling for me?’ I slurred the words.

‘Yes. Logan, I am in love with you.’ She smiled a
really honest and lovely smile. It wasn’t fake or forced. I could see she
really did mean what she said. ‘I have never felt like this about anyone
before. I know I am married and I know that I should have told you, but I am
not in love with him. I am going to leave him, but he scares me. I just need to
do it right. I just wanted to see you and go out with you. I didn’t plan for us
to end up in bed together, but I was so happy when we did. The feel of you
inside of me will stay with me forever.’

I licked my lips, as I glanced at her tits.

Isabella followed my line of sight.

Slowly, she began to approach me, as she unbuttoned
her blouse. Tingles began to dance throughout my body, as she undressed before
my very eyes. I shouldn’t do this. I am going to be with Clarissa. I shuffled
nervously, as a warm pressure gathered between my thighs. Isabella was so
captivating. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

‘How much have you had to drink?’ she asked.

‘A lot,’ I admitted. She took my hand with hers and
clutched it to her chest. It was nestled nicely between her firm breasts. This
woman knew exactly what she was doing to me. How did she have this much power
over me? I thought I had more self-control than this.

‘It would be wrong for me to take advantage of you
then?’

‘It would be very wrong.’

She moved closely.

‘Do you think I should stop?’

She leaned in towards me.

‘I-I...’ I stuttered nervously.

Isabella pressed her lips firmly against mine. It was
a deep and lustful kiss. It had an instant effect upon my body. It silenced
that voice that was saying this was wrong. It was the voice that reminded me of
Clarissa and that I wasn’t thinking straight. It was the voice that said I had
too much to drink and I should just kick her out the house. It was the voice
that said she was married and this goes against everything I believe.

I opened my mouth and welcomed her tongue inside.

A night of lust had just begun.

Chapter
Forty-Four: Isabella’s Delight

***

‘It’s incredible. Jesus. This is incredible.’
Isabella’s desperate moans echoed off the kitchen walls. She was bent over the
kitchen table. Her legs were spread like some kind of police body inspection.
Her tits were being squished down upon table top, as she dug her fingernails
into the woodwork. Her panties rested upon the floor. Her dress had been
hitched up over her hips. I was kneeling on the ground behind her. My face was
buried deep into her soaking wet pussy, as my tongue curled up between her tender
lips. I had never gone down on someone in such a position before. I don’t know
if it was the booze, or Isabella’s power over me, but it was like some sort of
demon of lust had possessed my body. I held her squirming hips within my hands.
They were moving as if they had a mind of their own. The scent of lust flowed
from her body. It was the fuel for the fire that made me lick her deeper and
faster. Her agonising screams of pure delight were the greatest sound I had
ever heard.

‘It’s so good, Logan. It’s so good. Don’t stop.’

I didn’t plan to.

My tongue curled, rolled and twisted inside her
body, as I sucked ruthlessly on the edges of her lips. Isabella’s hips jolted
and she cried out a long high pitched moan. I could feel her trying to stand up
straight and pull away from me. The sensation between her thighs had become too
much for her to handle, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She had seduced me. She
wanted me to have her. There was no way I was going to let this end now. I
gripped her hips tightly and pulled her back into me, as I forced my face
forward. I licked her as deep as I could.