The wind is louder now, you’ve noticed. It whistles through the exposed bones of the high-rises littered throughout this shell of a city. Once it was thriving with life.

Not anymore. Not since the bombs fell.

The gray, dusk choked sky surrounds the pale sun slowly setting in the distance. Radioactive ash can smother you in this wind… so you pull up your scarf a little higher as you look for shelter from this temporary storm. It should pass by morning.

The only building mostly intact is an old supermarket — definitely picked clean but worth checking none the less. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky?

The wind, loud as it is, cannot hide the pitter patter of approaching steps — but it’s too late to run. Whoever he is… he’s close. You duck quickly behind the shelf of a once full store.

“If you’re human, now’s the time to say so,” a deep, male British voice calls out. “Otherwise I shoot first.”