The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse by Sam Sheridan Page A

never
thought we would end up in bed together. I was so happy by what we did, but
when your husband turned up I thought you were just like Samantha. I thought
that maybe I was just a play thing to you.’
    ‘That was never my intention.’
    ‘I know this now. I am crazy about you. I really am.
I just need time. I need time to get my head around the fact you are married. I
need to build up trust. It was just a shock to the system.’
    ‘I do love you,’ said Isabella. ‘These are not just
words. I do love you. You make me happy. I am not going anywhere, Logan. I am
going to leave my husband. I am going to be with you. I will spend every single
day proving to you how much I love you. I know you will love me back. I will
earn your trust.’

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
Fifty-One: The World Goes On
    ***
    I pushed the shopping trolley down the aisle, as I
searched for a bag of dog biscuits. Lucy was at that age where I had to get a
special kind. She had a very sensitive stomach. Isabella had returned home to
her husband. She would play the innocent housewife for a couple of hours. I
would see her tonight at some point. In a few days she would leave her husband.
I think I will believe that our relationship is possible when that actually
happens. Actions speak louder than words.
    I found the biscuits and placed them into the
trolley.
    I ticked “dog biscuits” off the mental shopping list
in my head. Next on the list was wine. I wanted to get something nice to share
with Isabella. I turned left at the end of the aisle and walked by a row of
checkouts. A young brunette smiled politely, as she walked on by. I smiled
back. The voice of doubted started to grow louder in the back of my mind, was
this really the day the world was going to end? It didn’t seem possible, or
realistic. I had been counting down the days in my dreams. Every single night I
would dream of the world ending. A voice would tell me I had X amount of days
left. I really believed that it was going to happen. I thought some kind of
nuclear war would happen and the world would be changed once and for all. As I
look around the super store I don’t see how it is possible. Nothing has
happened in the news. No one is worrying about the global situation. Yes. The
economy is fucked, but people aren’t walking around like the world is about to
end. People are going about their daily lives.
    Was I wrong?
    Are my predictions nothing more than graphic dreams?
    Are my dreams nothing more than my brain trying to
process the events in my life?
    Have I given these dreams such power over me?
    What about Brendan? Was meeting him a coincidence?
How could we both dream the exact same things if they were not real? Why haven’t
other people been dreaming the same thing? Has a single person in this super
store ever dreamed about the end of the world? Why was it only Brendan and I?
It just doesn’t seem possible. It doesn’t feel like the end of the world. I
sometimes feel a sense of dread hanging over me, but today I feel good. I feel
happy to be alive. I am going to be starting a new relationship with Isabella.
This is a step forward in the right direction.
    A thought occurred to me.
    Are my dreams about the end of the world?
    My dreams could be about the start of a new life?
    Yes. My life with Samantha has finally come to an
end. Isabella could be what the dreams are about. It cannot be a random
occurrence that she is now in my life. The woman looks like she should be a
movie star. She is funny, cute, intelligent and interesting. She is everything
and more. I sometimes wonder why she is with me. I am nobody. I am nothing. Is
this what the dreams are about? Have I had the interpretations wrong? It wasn’t
about the world ending. It was about starting my new life with Isabella.
    It did beg the questions.
    What about the gun?
    What about the dead bodies?
    What about all the blood?
    It didn’t matter. In ten hours it will be midnight
and this day will be over. The countdown is