It was a dark and dreary day, it made me want to cry as the sky was. The clouds moved slowly and, following their example, I too walked slowly. As I too, did not want to go but I didn't want to stay wet either. 1
I glanced at the buildings around me, they were decayed and far past their prime. This is what war had done to us. That, and global warming. As many had guessed, most countries got cold or hot weather and Britain got stuck with freak weather. Well, we thought we could cope, how very wrong we were...2
In Britain, there is only me left. Maybe one or two in Egypt, one in Russia and six in India. There might be more elsewhere, but that is all I know about. And to be honest, I couldn't care less, we're going to die anyway. Why should I add to my sorrow by finding out who those people are?3
I stopped in my tracks, I was home, if you could call the place where I lived that. It is an old house, so it survived the weather whilst the new weaker houses fell like dominoes. 4
Looking at it, it's not at all special. The door used to be white, but is now brown with dirt. The windows are cracked and, like my eyes, are tired and slump in the brickwork. At the top, the roof needs new tiles and the walls of the house are crying for a new paint job.5
But I don't have any paint, tiles, or someone I can call to repair the windows. They're gone. And it's not like I can jump to Russia or India, is it?6
I opened the door (don't need locks or keys anymore) and closed the world away. 7
Author notes
I was in a bad mood when I wrote this, so it's a bit sad. At least it has dominoes in!
