Killing Floor: London Bridge just Burnt down

Prolog

Foster, who was wearing a fancy suit, packed a duffle bag, a shovel, and some picks into his car "And love, are you excited to go back to luxury hotels, gold laced toilets and delicious food" he asked a woman, who walked up to him and looked equally dashing. "I'm really wondering how the market is going to look when were back." She asked while walking to the front of the car "well, I can guess that within a few days, you'll have it all under control again". The two got in the car and drove away from their small camp site but had to stop soon at the entrance to sign some paperwork. "Please do come again!" The hippy said loudly as Foster returned to the car. As he stepped in and drove past the drop gate, 5 teens started to run down the hill screaming and chasing each other, two of them were naked and bald, they tackled a few down to the ground and seemed to be making out. "gah fucking kids" Foster said before driving past them and shouted, "Get a room you fucking wankers!"

As they drove through the mountain pass Mrs foster Turned to him and put her hand on his thigh "hey, I know I'm often mean and sarcastic or whatever, but I really enjoyed camping with you darling" Foster didn't say anything but smiled "it was lovely, wasn't it?" she laid her head as close to him as possible without hindering his driving "but to be honest, I am glad to be in my normal clothes, as much as I like wearing a pair o'shorts and a tee, I do think a suit fits me more." Both laughed as they drove out the tunnel "hey you said it not me". The car slowed down as they slowly drove up to refuel "Honey I know it's only halfway, but I want to be more safe than sorry, we both know what a shitshow the trip to Brighton was" Mrs Foster said as she got out, "yeah, yeah" he said and walked into the station as she filled it with petrol. He walked into the store which looked strangely empty, he past the snacks and onto drinks and took out some Loco Coca soda, some nuts and chocolate and laid them at the cash register with . "where the bloody hell is everyone?" Foster asked when he walked up and down the desk. "Hello?" he asked and knocked on the door that led into the back room but on the with knock it glided open "what the hell is going on here?" he asked himself. "Fossy! The car is fueled." The Mrs. yelled from outside, he gave her a thumbs up through the window. As he looked back into the dark room, he saw a man looking back at him. The light just barely reflected of the ground and onto him, his skin was pale, his upper and lower lips were black yet wrinkled up to the point of only seeing teeth. "what in the-" Foster stopped as soon as a second one walked up behind him from the shadows. "uhh, can we have some service?" Foster asked and stammered a bit while walking back, suddenly they scream and Sprinted at him, getting caught on the counter and one another.

Foster ran away and broke through the door with a massive thud "START THE CAR!" he screamed, he threw the food to her through the open window. "what happened?" she asked while holding the food. "they're naked, and furious!" he yelled as he jumped into the driver side seat and started the car's engine, suddenly one jumped on the hood and the other grabbed the open window hole and tried to pull the door open. Foster Floored it and drove away but the two clunged onto the car and continued to pound windshield it, the guy who was hanging on the window side of the car hung off the side of the car "Sweetheart brace!" Foster said with an tense expression when he suddenly stomped down on the brakes and sent them flying.

As they quickly drove around and away Foster evaluated the damage from inside "what in the bloody hell was that?" he yelled "they looked like those naked kids we drove by before." She guessed "I don't think they were kids anymore... see that's why I don't want children" he jokingly said. Every city they drove through was baron, empty but not destroyed looking, as if every had left everything in a hurry. "hey were home!" foster said excitedly, waking Mrs foster from her nap while driving under overpasses. "woah" they said as they drove past car crashes, small fires and through empty streets. Suddenly a flare shot up into the sky "I don't know about you, but I am not having a good feeling about this."

INNER PEACE

God I am tired... I'm still jumpy because of what happened at the petrol station, they were just stupid teenagers that got hurt... idiots. We got to the inner city of london with ease which is a first for me, I don't see anyone outside and in a big city that's never a good sign. For fucks sake the roads feel never ending. Winding up and down, going faster and slower. I can't wait to be home and to collapse into the bed with my lovely wife. Oh no...