I'd Start A Riot //Dyle//

Chapter Two

The cool air blows past Kyle, causing goosebumps to rise on his arms. The cool breeze feels nice, though. It's too hot. Far too hot for London. Seriously, why is it usually raining in London until Kyle actually needs to do something?

His stomach is growling, he's too hot, and he feels as though he may be sick at any moment, but that's the last thing on his mind right now. He tried to sleep last night, by the wall with the shitty logo on it, but he was awoken this morning by three gentlemen with green WWComms bomber jackets on. Kyle decided to leave (aka run for his life) before they clocked him, but that meant that the few things he had out (a few bottles of water and a packet of expired crisps) were left behind.

Kyle never thought he would be in this position- he never thought he'd be starring in his own survival story. It all seems too surreal- he didn't even know how to tie his own shoe laces before the age of nine. How is he supposed to survive in the big, wide world by himself like this?

He watched everything happen through the TV screen. It was ironic, honestly. He watched the media get taken over, and the end of Britain all on TV. He never thought it would be like that.

Then all forms of media were removed. He has no idea how it was done, but it was. Everyone of any importance were either killed or fled the country as fast as possible- it was barbaric. Many people left the country when everything started to go downhill, but Kyle stood by his guns, refusing to leave. "It'll all blow over soon." Kyle had told his family as they packed their bags. "You're all gonna regret it next week." 

Next week, though, the prime minister was killed. 

Nobody believed it would blow over after that. In fact, many people couldn't see the end of it.

Kyle was one of them.

The man keeps quiet as he walks past a building, hearing shouts come from the inside. He doesn't dare go in- somebody is probably getting hurt, and he doesn't want to be next on that list. Instead, he just keeps walking, walking around the car that is smashed up on the pavement, and pass the large crack on the road. He walks until his legs are sore and he cannot walk anymore and has to find shelter in the back of a broken van with no front doors.

"I think this van is empty. We need somewhere to sleep, don't we?" Kyle wakes up in the early hours of the following morning to a torch beam outside, lighting up the inside of the van slightly. Light footsteps follow. "Come on, then, let's have a look." 

Kyle hopes for the voice to leave, so he can just fall back to sleep and not think any more of it. But when the back door opens, it's the other man who screams, not Kyle. Something jumps in the van and licks Kyle's hand.

"Ugh! What the fuck!" Kyle yelps, moving to lightly push whatever it is licking his hand- only to feel the fur of a dog there. "Oh, thank God it's a dog." 

"You scared the shit out of me!" The man by the back of the van says, the torch having fallen out of his hands and clattered on the floor. "Bloody Hell, my heart is thumping. You're okay, aren't you? You're not gonna, like, try and stab me or the dog, are you?" 

Kyle yawns with a little laugh, "No, I just wanna sleep, man." The dog quietly settles down next to him, lying down on its side. "I'm Kyle." 

"Charlie." The man smiles, picking the torch up from the floor. As he lifts it, Kyle gets a glimpse of his face, and he looks strangely similar to himself. "And this is Luna, my dog. Can I sit down next to you?" 

Kyle nods, a smile on his face. He shifts over so the man can lie down next to him. He misses Dan lying next to him, their stupid conversations and late nights of just talking about things with each other.

"Yeah. Just don't kill me in my sleep, yeah?" Kyle asks, which makes Charlie chuckle. 

"Yeah. I'll try not to." 

"That's comforting." 

"I know a guy who could help you, maybe. He has a lot of guns and stuff." Charlie tells Kyle the next morning, giving him a tin of beans in exchange for a bottle of water. "Do you want me to take you to his house?" 

Luna, Charlie's dog, is sniffing around the street they walk down, her tail wagging as she does so. Kyle wonders if she's even aware of all the bad stuff going down in the country... 

"Would he mind? I'm just trying to find my boyfriend, Dan." Thankfully, the sky has gone slightly overcast, so they are not battling the heat. "I think those bastards at WWComms have him. It's the only thing I can think of." 

Charlie nods. "Well, I'm sure he can help. I'll take you to him, but I'm not sure how he's doing. I haven't seen him in a few days." 

"Thank you, Charlie. I really appreciate it." 

"Anytime."