It was holiday for me when this all started. I went for two weeks in Bali with my family, I packed my clothes and even brought my hockey stick incase I got bored but we never went back to England. My family are all dead but I try not to think about it. I had my apocalypse plan all figured out but the only thing that has gone right so far is my weapon is my hockey stick. I thought I could protect my family but that didn't happen, yet I'm still here. In an instant there was an engine over head and I looked up to see a plane with a banner calling for a gathering at the town hall. Odd... fuel would be gone by now, eiher way better not keep them waiting.

I arrived at the town hall with my weapon loosely held and my backpack slung over my shoulder, wearing my blue hoodie, shirt and jeans. Not the warmest wear granted but clothes isn't and have never been my priority. I decided to find a spot where someone could talk to me if needed but otherwise I could keep to my self. There were a few people in the hall, some conversing and some not but either way I was sure I would have some sort of dwaling with most of them. I eagerly awaited someone to explain why the congression was taking place.