Breaking Britain (Completed)

Breaking Britain

Chapter 1
The Beginning
Britain 2030
1
Thursday 3rd January 2030
20:40

It was another cold evening, the rain had just started to convert to sleet. Bogdan Polka had been driving for the past hour and was happy when he turned onto his street. He slowed, applying some pressure to his break, he scanned the street looking for a parking space, but for the third evening running, he struggled to find one. He spotted his wife's car, a few doors down from where his terraced house stood and smiled at the thought of her being at home.
At the end of the road, he turned right onto Fleet Road and then right again onto Brood Street. There were usually a few parking spaces there. As he turned, headlights facing his direction shone on their high beams, forced him to squint. He pulled to the side onto the double yellow lines, to allow the car to pass. The car dropped it's high beams and came slowly down towards him. The car stopped halfway down the road, indicated and slowly maneuvered their car into a space. Bogdan cursed his luck, had he been there a minute earlier, that would have been his space.
There was a chance that there may have been a further space between where he pulled over and where the man had parked. Bogdan pulled his Ford Fiesta out into the street and drove slowly down the street, cursing the gaps that people had left, which could have cumulatively allowed a further two or three cars to fit. As he passed the car that had just parked up and watched the driver reaching into the back for a bunch of orchids, he contemplated his options. He could try going back down his street again, maybe someone might have left within the time he'd been driving around.
He was about to pick up speed to the end of the road, knowing that there would be no further space on Broad Street, when another car turned onto the street driving towards him. The driver either hadn't noticed him, or was hoping he would be able to find a space before Bogdan got to him. Either way, the driver did not stop at the top of the road, but drove towards him.
Bogdan looked in his rear view mirror. He had travelled around three hundred yards down the road and had no intension on reversing back down it.
The car coming the opposite way, must have realized his mistake. The car pulled up and started to reverse. Bogdan edged his way forward in pursuit. Bogdan could see the driver with his head turned looking backwards. There was another man next to him, who was feeding him information, whilst looking in the side mirror. But Bogdan could see the driver had his angles all wrong and within seconds, the driver had reversed into the side of a parked car.
The driver stopped and Bogdan could see the man's mouth cursing with anger at what he had done. The passenger got out first, to assess the damages. Snow was starting to settle on some of the car roofs. The passenger lifted his hood over his head and padded his arms to his chest, in an attempt to ward away the cold. He disappeared behind the car for a few seconds and emerged yelling something to the driver. Bogdan wound down his window, to hear what was being said, but neither he or the other driver could make it out.
The other driver swiveled over to the passenger seat and got out of the already opened door. Bogdan stuck his gear stick in neutral, pulled up the hand break and switched off the engine.
The passenger walked up to the driver and spoke to him. Probably explaining the damage that had been done to both cars. The driver stepped past him and went to inspect the damage himself.
Bogdan got out of the car.
'How bad is it?', he asked the passenger.
The passenger turned to look at him. Bogdan wasn't sure he had heard him, so he walked closer.
The driver was returning, rubbing his hand vigorously over his shaven head.
'What was that you said?', the passenger asked Bogdan
'I asked how bad the damage was'
The passenger removed his hood, his head was shaven also. 'Not bad', the passenger said with a welcoming smile. 'What are you?'
Bogdan looked at the passenger confused, 'What do you mean?'
'You Bulgarian, Albanian, Polish....?', the passenger stopped, when he saw Bogden's mouth twitch to a smile. 'Polish?'
'Yes Polish'
The passenger's smile lasted a second longer and was quickly replaced by a scowl. 'Well Polish boy, I don't know how you lot drive over there, but this is your fault'
Bogdan was shocked. How was this his fault. 'No...it can't be my fault', Bogdan started with his nervous rebuke. 'Why don't I just reverse....'
Before Bogdan could finish his sentence, the driver had emerged from behind the passenger and swung a punch that hit Bogdan straight in the nose. Bogdan staggered back, a searing pain running right up his face to his head. He instinctively put his hand to his face and felt blood. As he moved his hand away again, the fist came at him again, he heard the bone in his nose crack and this time lost his balance falling backwards into the road.
He gulped air through his mouth, as he landed heavily. The back of his head slamming on the concrete. There was a wetness at the back of his head and he hoped it was the snow. That was the last thought he had, before a boot slammed into the side of his head sending him into blackness.