Day 2 of lockdown

Today is Mothering Sunday, I got for my mum an eye mask, toffee popcorn and a movie ticket for an indoor movie night. A book, sweets and a peace and quiet bell with the request that she doesn't use it all the time. A shower scrunchy and a colouring book. She also got two cards one from me and the other from the cats. I loved theses cards. Nothing gets cancelled on my watch not even mothers day, I made mum lunch. Now dads making stew with dumplings for dinner and as promised she has picked a carry on movie for later. I don't really like carry on films, but I guess I have to suffer for my mother. She is super mum well she has to be to put up with me.

But anyways. so today, we got the announcement that the NHS will be sending those who are at high risk of the corona virus a letter. Or should I say a 23-19. If you have watched that video then you will know what I mean. If you have not watched it then ignore me. Let's move on very quickly. Therefore across the nation everyone will receive the same letter but with different results, it will be just like being a teenager again, receiving your exam result. But not as exciting!

Just keep washing those hands of yours. Plus nothing will ever stop me from blogging. I can't believe I just said, to my girlfriend that 'we will have to do virtual dates to be able to keep our distance. It's so not fair'.

Love you infinity+1.

Here we go its the start of the apocalypse in my short story not in the real world, I mean.

Chapter 2

We take you back six years from this point to a cruise. This may not seem relevant to you, but it will all eventually make sense soon.

Lavender and her family are on holiday for two weeks. It was brilliant, there was a spa and amazing food. However, their holiday was cut short. After four days her father went missing.

Lavender overheard a conversation of others going missing as well six including her dad. They found and presumed dead. Lavender and her mother were asked to identify her dads’ body. As they peeled the sheet back their revealed a pale face person, with bruised eyes. The body was unrecognisable yet they both knew it was lavender’s dad.

Something hung on his lip. It was dark purple and dripped onto his neck. Lavender stared at it, investigating what had happened. She then looked to the cabin crew and saw a crippling smile on the face of the captain. She then looked down at her fathers hand, that what the captain was smiling about. Then the captain looked up and their eyes met.

“He’s alive” said lavender.

The captain started at her for a while.

“Well, kind of but not for long.” The captain went to pull something out of her pocket. But before she could Lavender grabbed her hand keeping it at the captain’s side. Nose to nose, she slipped the gun out of her hand. Now Lavender had the upper hand, but all the cabin crew had their hands up too; they were all pointed at her head.

“Put it down, my love. Or this is going to get very messy very quickly.” Said the captain.

Lavender looked around her hoping that something would change the situation she had put herself in but then she chanced it.

“Just try and shoot.” The captain clicked her fingers and the cabin crew fired their guns, there was a bang!

But…

No bullets, just dust. Lavender does not know what she did but it worked. She then proceeded to tell the captain ‘to steer the ship back to London. Where they were arrested.

The captain Mrs Siruv, was arrested along with entire cabin crew upon their arrival on shore. The police took the gun off lavender only to realise just like the others, it had no bullets inside they had turned to dust. They gave her a necklace that Mrs Siruv said was hers. On the necklace was a Mayan shaped man. Inside was the virus, her father had been poisoned with.

The police removed and gave it to a doctor. All 6 who were poisoned were rushed to hospital and were put into an induced coma. The doctors took the virus and tried everything to find a cure. This took 6 long years but by then it was too late and the explosion had happened. The cure sat there waiting to be used.

Every year her fathers hand still twitched showing that he was somehow still alive.

Lavender visited her father everyday watching the world around her unfold.

On the news one day was a programme about bees she watched it hoping her father would hear it. Then she switched it to the news, she sat up in the chair more alert at this. The news said world war three had officially begun a year after her dads’ coma.

She saw absolute peril behind the reporter on the tv. Explosions in every corner and people somehow surviving and then tearing others apart. Something didn’t seem right when the news went snowy after a loud RAWR!

She sat and put her hands into her face, dragging her skin downwards with her hands and then she took her hands off her face and looked at her dad.

What had become of this world? The world she lived in had turned dark. But in this room was a little bubble protecting her dad and her. For the world was in world war three but she was untouchable.

Here are some sketches of the illustration development for this chapter.