The Road To Glasgow

Dust, cracked walls, tumbled buildings, fields of burned crops and dead grass, cities on fire and emptied, the mornings rose yellow and clouded, the sunsets, cancerous black. The stars? No longer seen in the night sky that was endlessly filled with smoke. Roads abandoned and cracked, filled with vehicles that were lost to time. This is the new world. This is London now, in the year 2052.

Humanity was now a small population of the world. Animals run free, wild and vicious. The once great city of London now filled with predators set free from the old zoos. In the distance on the roof of the parliment building a man stood, overlooking, keeping his eyes primed for any movement.

"What happens now?" He muttered to himself in a dark solemn tone. This was a question he had asked himself every sunset for the last 20 years and still he stood with no answer. A teenager walks uo behind him and spared no breath "We survive dad... We have, all these years".

The man turned to face his son "London is officially dead Andrew... We have found no food or animal for three days now"

Andrew stood pondering silently and switched on his radio. This radio was his source to the rest of the world but lately it started broadcasting the same message... Maybe the rest of England and the world had all finally fallen to the darkness.

"Dad?" Andrew said in almost a whisper. "The message has changed... Listen"

Andrew's father, Frank, turned to him and listened closely.

"London has fallen, Kent is burning, Manchester has fallen, Leeds has fallen, Newcastle has been radio silent and are assumed fallen..." The radio started crackling and losing signal "Glasgow stands."

Andrew looked at his father shocked. Frank looked at his son but still no hope shines in his eyes. The radio repeated the message before falling silent again for the day. "Dad... Glasgow is holding on" said Andrew with excitement in his voice.

"Glasgow is a 13 day walk, we don't know what we'd find along the way" Frank responded. He turned his back to his son and looked at the burning horizon.

"Okay, Glasgow. But you stay close to me you're just a boy" Frank muttered sternly.

Andrew quickly started packing his stuff with a renewed hope in his body language.