Whore of the Horde Naomi
Fires burned throughout the street, hissing as the rain hit them. Gripping my cricket bat tightly, I kept my wits about me, making sure each corner was clear. It’s unbelievable how fast things can go from bad to worse. I would never have thought England could get any worse, especially with the financial climate. I never thought I’d have to deal with the undead masses of London. I carried on walking, passing overturned cars as I made my way back to the cinema. This was my safe haven for now,...