User blog:Local Mafia Boss/London Rebellion

             I watched them entering the city, such arrogance, such brazen belief in their own superiority. I sighted on the Captain in charge of the Company of English scum that had despoiled our fair City. I pulled the trigger and watched for a second as his head whiplashed and he collapsed to the ground, leaking blood on the floor. I laughed and disappeared into the ‘ghost town’ of the overcity. An hour later I set of a flashbang next to their camp, zombies wandered in from all directions. They had all died by morning. To their credit, they all shot themselves rather than become undead. As I walked back to the overcity fort that used to be Trafalgar I reflected on the world. It was some f***** up s***. The HMS Belfast was leaving the next day, and as I watched the ship that held my younger brother sail away, I had the sudden fear that it would never return. I dived into the Thames and swam after it. It was just passing the burnt out remains of a bridge when I drew level with it. I climbed aboard, walked down to the hold and pulled out my baby brother. The little b****** was stowing away. We swam to shore, and began to prepare for another raid on an English supply dump; ammunition was low. We scaled the BT tower and I saw in the sunrise. It was just another day.

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