“Back in the good old days, there would be taxis, buses, cars, vans, bike couriers and a sea of people down there. It was so noisy – absolute heaven!”
Sarah peered through the glass, murky with grime. The streets were now deserted, buildings cloaked in silence, creepers snaking around greying pillars, doorways rusted shut. Nature was staking her claim. It must have been five years since…
“Penny for them?” Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulders, protective.
“I wonder what the Last Day was like?”
“I don’t think we’ll ever know.”
“They say that the City of London has been relocated underground, somewhere in -”
“Ssh! Don’t say it!”
“Sorry. This place is so… haunting…”
“Let’s go, honey. This was a mistake, in more ways than one.”
“No, it wasn’t. It was good to see where all the trouble started. And what can happen – after.”
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