5. Chapter Five
For some reason, today I remember that dog that saved my life all those years ago. My head automatically zooms in, giving me a clear image of the dog’s name tag. Trevor.
All day I wonder why I suddenly thought about that, but I just can’t piece it together.
Then I remember Mike, my one and only friend during the war. He told me everything about himself. How bad he felt leaving his wife at a care home (she had extreme memory loss, which he felt professionals would be better equipted for) while he fought; what he planned to do once the war was over (become a mechanic) and even what he wanted for his funeral. It was scary knowing we’d have to plan, because any day could be our last.
Ella has been lying in bed for the past week or so. She can’t get over her mum dying. I’m worried about her, not just for her, but also for the baby’s sake. What will happen when it’s born? I push that thought to the furthest corner of my mind.
Out of boredom, I switch on the TV. The news is on on practically every channel. Now they are saying that all the big department stores have been forced to shut down, seeing as nobody is shopping there any more.
And I don’t even have the energy to care.
Glancing out of the window, I take everything in. The sky, the grass, the other houses around us. And I think, how could there be a deadly bug hidden there, waiting to destroy us.
I see a dog wandering down the street. Nobody bothers to come out and bring it back inside.