I woke up to the sun shining and the birds chirping.

Chirping in fright. There was a predator nearby. I jolted to attention and grabbed the nearest thing to me. An iron rod. Once part of an exquisite curtain rail, now a weapon. How utterly pathetic.

I stood up cautious and alert, walking swiftly out of the deserted cabin that I resided in and took in my surroundings. It was a city fox, well now an ex-city fox, munching on a bird, It doesn't seem feral and likely to attack me. But you can't take chances not as you could before. One fatal mistake could send you to the waiting grave. It looked up noticing my presence, its eyes burrowing into me. Challenging. Blood dripped from its jaw on to the cracked, concrete ground. Drip... Drip... Drip...

Lacking remorse, I charged forward with the rod in front of me, it will either run or attack, Survive or die. It hesitated, then chose the cowards way out. It ran into the wasteland which once flourished in wonders of the modern world. I stared after it. It wasn't too different from me. Our instincts tell us the same.

Scavenge, run, survive.

I walked back inside, thoughts and worries plaguing my mind. I need food, but there was nothing except bare trees, ruins and corpses. Human corpses. Some of which used to be my friends, my teachers, my parents. My brother.

And so here I was, in the city of Desolation, ridicule of the former capital, London.