They thought they were safe.

Away from any of the big cities, away from the coast and the riots with the police patrolling the streets, they thought they would be safe.

They thought wrong.

The news reports were filled with death and mutant riots, a mad break out from one of the detention centre, a mass shooting in another…

It was only a matter of time.

It started on a Saturday in the main street. Families were there shopping, feeling blissfully protected from the destruction taking place across the rest of the country; mothers were out buying groceries; fathers were sat in their cars waiting on their wvies. It self destructed with a bang.

Sand filled the air, thick, clogging, and it was everywhere, pouring from the cracks in builings and dry pavements, seeping from the gutters and old drains.

There was no escape.