Matthew looks around himself and shakes his head solemnly. What did he expect. It had to at least been a month since he was last above ground, it shouldn't have

gotten any worse than it was but, it did. The entire city was in ruin. A few buildings had collapsed leaving large piles of rubble, and it seemed nature had finally taken

over, green foliage covering buildings. Almost all of the windows in the lower skyscrapers were broken. When the world economy collapsed almost 3 years ago the

last thing that him and his advisors expected was total anarchy. At first it was short bursts, small towns and large alike, could no longer be controlled by local law

enforcement. No matter how much the prime minister tried to keep the country together it just wouldn't work. Matthew knew at some point society would collapse.

He just didn't expect it to be so soon. Him and several other persons hand been sent underground after vigilantes became more common and an attack on Montreal

sent the city up in uncontrollable flames wiping the entire the city and then some out. Matthew knew other countries were going through worse but he couldn't help

but feeling like things couldn't be worse for him. Most of Canada's major cities were in ruin, where the people had gone, he couldn't tell but he hoped they were safe.

From what Matthew knew North America had felt the least of the repercussions. Europe was supposedly worse, as if people had been waiting for this to happen so

that they could do as they pleased. Ironic, he thought, America should have been like that. He silently thanked god for having at least some of his country not lose

their shit. Last time heard from Francis, a dear friend of his living France, he was helping trying to stop people from becoming self proclaimed warlords of the

countryside. But that was 2 months ago, maybe more. Matthew couldn't tell. A lot of the people in his bunker left early on to head west. Others had either committed

suicide or just disappeared. He was alone now. He wanted to leave the bunker but he told himself he wouldn't unless he ran extremely low on supplies, which he

currently was. He really didn't want to leave, He had stayed in this bunker for so long it felt like home. But he knew he couldn't stay forever and had to move on. He

had a bag packed and he was ready looking out at the city he wondered if there was anyone left here. London, Canada was a big city, but he felt like most people

would have head southwest, into the USA and then find their way from their. Some people would stay though, right? He hoped so, Matthew was lonely.

He stepped out of the doorway and went up a short flight of steps. He blinked a few times, he wasn't used to the sun. Smiling, he began to walk in the direction of the

city centre, the air seemed so clean. It was probably since none of the cars were running anymore. It felt clean, which was weird because the streets were littered

with trash and rusting cars. A crumpled and faded starbucks cup rolled past his feet and he kicked it, only sending it a few yards away. Just another reminder of the

oldtimes. Before when capitalism failed us. A voice in the back of his head said. He ignored it. Matthew never thought the streets of such a large city could ever be

this quiet. Suddenly the walk wasn't as fun anymore. He saw what looked like a person walking several blocks in front of him. He let out a gasp before ducking into a

nearby ally. He wanted so badly to be able to talk to people again, but he knew it was risky. Anybody could turn around and kill you in an instant and matthew would

be extremely embarrassed if he was killed in the first 10 minuets of leaving his bunker. Matthew strained his ears, listening for footsteps. "tap tap tap" Shit. He took

out a can of beans as a peace offering and really hoped this guy was gonna be friendly.


Hey! Hope you enjoy my story! Updates weekly. First to comment what other characters besides Alfred and Matthew that will make an apperance in the story get a shoutout in my next chapter! (there are 2)

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