It is cold.

The sky is darker than it has ever been. I let my long black hair obstruct my eyes, which have seen nothing but my city fall to its knees and loose its purpose. Plastic bags creates traffic on the bedraggled roads as paper crowds the pavements. I don’t know what day it is. I jaunt down the abandoned street because I must find food to eat. ‘Where is everyone?’.

I immediately realise where I am, I feel petite in the empty street. An ajar cafe door enters my line of sight and with instinct I head to it. I’ve been in this cafe before, with my parents, yet now I feel more comfortable than I did in the past. Illuminating in the broken fridge, a Mars bar stands out from the dim room. I nonchalantly walk towards the back of the fridge and stuff the entirety of the bar down my throat. I notice a strange symbol sprayed onto the wall. Is this how I will be forced to live from now on?. Exiting the building, a rush of cold air slaps me in the face. I leave.