I still remember the song "London bridge is falling down, falling down" I said softly, well now I'm actually seeing it falling down and it's as if someone just ripped my house down in front of me, it hurt but not more than the bullet in my leg, didn't have a bandage so I ripped one of the sleeves of my shirt off to use instead, just lucky it was a warm day or I wouldn't have lasted an hour.
It's been 57 hours since shit hit the fan, nobody knows what happened or how it happened just suddenly out of the blue there were explosions, gunshots and then silence this repeated a few times, explosions, gunshots, silence, explosions, gunshots, silence. Everyone was panicking but we had no idea what to do, radio channels went down so did news broadcasts, phone lines it was... Terrifying to say the least but I was okay, I live with my brother Jason so I knew I at least had someone with me, someone I could trust. So now we're standing here watching the bridge fall "build it up with wood and clay, wood and clay..." I muttered Jason was speaking but I couldn't hear him, I was oblivious as anyone would be if they saw their home in tatters falling in front off their own eyes and not being able to do a thing about it it was during this thought that Jason tapped me on the shoulder and snapped me back to reality "Oliver someone's at the door..." he whispered and me being the eldest brother by about a minute anyway went to see who it was, I peaked through the spyhole in the door and was met with the barrel of an assault rifle, a gruff voice yelled "come out here at once!"
"who is it?" Jason asked
"jehovah's witness" I replied with a smirk and a tinge of sarcasm in my voice, I then gestured to the kitchen mouthing 'bring me a knife' then I replied to the gruff voice "we'll be out in a moment" no reply... For now, Jason had done as I asked and came back with a sizeable kitchen knife, sharpened only a few days ago. The man was becoming clearly irritated by the wait and gave the door three powerful knocks "COME OUT HERE OR I AM COMING IN!" he yelled so I opened the door but didn't step out instead I backed away behind the door, naturally the man stepped through to be greeted by Jason who offered him a drink, a nice touch I must admit, the man refused and as he did so I came up behind him and stabbed him in the back of the knee taking his rifle from him as he fell to the floor.
A few minutes later the now unarmed gruff voiced man woke up "morning sleepy head" I say aiming the gun at his chest...
