How The Mandem Escaped

Today is the beginning of the end...

Balancing a clutch was something George Parker had learned when he was just eleven years old in his Dads aged Seat Leon. Back then it was incredibly tough to do, but there wasn't really any pressure upon him to get it right. Today, there was... Sat beside him was Eddy Lynch, crouched down so his head couldn't be spotted through the glassed windows. Behind him were three lads, George Osborne, David Macho and Charlie Buckle. Whilst every student of the school sat in the hall, anxiously watching the news for more information on the supposedly imminent nuclear attack, the five students had slipped away in the last second. It was due to hit at some point in the evening, but the Ministry of Defence had ordered absolutely everyone to remain where they were. There were nuclear fallout shelters in and around cities but, the boys all had different plans. They had seen Chernobyl in a science lesson some years back and didn't fancy their chances. So, David had slyly embezzled the BMW's keys from Mr Lanagan's pocket whilst George spoke with him about the mass destruction that was due to occur later that day. Then they slipped away from the crowd, moving with grace and silence. The car park was deserted of human activity, but nevertheless, the group would have to act fast if they wanted any chance of escaping...

In one motion George pushed the clutch down to the floor and shifted the gearstick into first. The 3 litre engine screamed out as his uncoordinated foot released from the heavy pedal. The commotion was heard from inside the hall, and the teachers, with strict instructions to keep all students indoors, ran outside to see what was happening. George turned from the car park onto the schools lane. Mr Lanagan stumbled from the double doors of the hall and saw his very own car, speeding towards him with great momentum. George slammed the brakes on, not having the heart in him to kill his very own head teacher...

"Floor it George!" Eddy shouted, as the cars speed dropped with the hit of the brakes. George cancelled his subtle approach and slammed the accelerator. Mr Lanagan didn't even have time to move. The car's front bumper stewed him, sending him flying into the air. George didn't even flinch, he effortlessly slammed the gearbox into third, revving it violently.

"Jesusss!" Charlie giggled as they powered away.

With school well behind them, the group of sixteen-year-olds had very little idea what to do next. The BMW purred onto the A1M, cruising comfortably at seventy miles an hour. The roads for the most part deserted; with national news advising everybody to stay inside, the minority had decided to hit the road. It had been just 2 o' clock when they had escaped but the attack was looming upon them. Eddy unpeeled George's wrap from its packet and fed it to him whilst he concentrated on the speed limit. Mr Lanagan's 60's rock album blasted through the speakers in the back, much to David's protest. They were heading south; George was the only one with a viable idea. Make it to Southampton and sneak onto a boat going anywhere but the UK. They knew regular services had been stopped, but there was a degree of hope that there were others with different plans to the Ministry Of Defence. (MOD)

"Da government will probably start a nuclear tax" David said, breaking the silence with his Slovakian twang.

"I've told you so many bloody times, Dave, it wasn't the Conservatives fault." Osborne replied in his Cornish accent.

"Iron lady, part two!" Parker laughed.

Eddy just sat in silence looking clueless, which was rather normal for him. The time of the blast was still unknown.