The Visitor | A Post-Apocalyptic Murder Mystery by Tyler Terry

Author:Tyler, Terry [Tyler, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Murder | Mystery
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2020-11-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Avalon

Survival of the Fittest

Mr Robot likes making models. I think he should make a statue of Uncle Jerry so we can worship at its feet every morning.

Away from Safe Haven, everyone's complaining about being cold at night. It's only fucking October. Whine whine whine, because their whole house isn't exactly the temperature they want it. Rexy and I made do with extra jumpers and socks until November, to save on the heating bills. Used to take the duvet into the living room and snuggle underneath to watch telly. There was no heating in the bathroom; the whole flat was a bit basic. We found it through a postcard in the newsagents―we couldn't go through an agency because we both had shit credit ratings, and I've got a criminal record. Only for shoplifting when I was squatting, but it's still there. Anyway, beggars couldn't be choosers, and our landlord knew that.

All the houses here are old enough to have fireplaces, though some have been plastered or bricked over, so Mr William Garvey is taking them down, and checking the chimneys to make sure it's okay to light a fire. Jack is helping him, and says Garvey enjoys telling him what to do.

As for cooking, a couple of the posher houses have been mock-countrified by people like Verity and fuck-face TV Amanda, who make a big deal out of cooking on 'the range'. They both offered up their kitchens for making huge pans of stuff for the whole village, with several people going round to pitch in, including Sarah; she says it's fun at Amanda's but murder at Verity's because she has a freaky fit if people use the wrong tea towel.

"Liam chopped up some onions without using a chopping board, and she started channelling Gordon Ramsay."

Apart from this, they're making do with camping stoves or fires in the houses of the dead so as not to stink their own homes out.

Sarah thought the discovery of Jason's body would make more leave but, as Finn said, leave where to? I bet those refugee camps are fucking awful.

At last week's Wednesday meeting, Iain suggested that the people who live alone should 'double up' for safety, in these precarious times. Tobias and Garvey both said they weren't fit living companions for anyone, about which no one argued, but Eliot Goodwin said he would take in Richard and Liam, and Fliss accepted fuck-face TV Amanda's offer to move into her house up the Melton Road. This made Verity go all flouncy, because she had previously asked Fliss to move in with her.

She said, "Oh, I see―what happened to 'I don't think I could share with anyone else, since Rob died'?" Flounce, flounce, out of the pub.

Fliss said that no way would she share a house with anyone who insists on keeping their herb and spice rack in alphabetical order during the apocalypse.

"I would have thought that was a good idea at any time," said Finn.

"The key word was 'insists'. I helped her clear up

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