All around him from what he could see was wasteland; it had been a park before this, a place where he used to play as a child.

He looked at the swings which had been torn from the ground and the frame bent, from the looks of it someone wanted to take the metal. Probably to make weapons.

The only thing that remained the same was the green fence that encased all of the play equipment. The wooden climbing frame had been burnt to a crisp, leaving the slide sitting up on its own, useless. He was sure that if you sat on it the slide would bend out of shape.

Everything had graffiti tags sprayed all over, gangs trying to tag whats theres, rubbish littered the floor and everything looked over grown from the summer.

He looked for somewhere he would be hidden, turning and crawling towards a bush and squeezed himself between that and a tree that was sitting next to it. He had to make some sort of plan of where he was going to go.

He knew that he should have made one in the basement but he had no idea what the world would be like once he was out which prevented him from doing so.

He was in mid thought when he started to hear voices; they were getting louder as they got closer. Blaine shrunk making himself as hidden as he could without being invisible.

"I swear to god if the WKZ even step a foot in our territory then were going to destroy them all, we warned them not to even try and take over our land," a males gruff voice came into his hearing as they walked by.

"What a stupid name, Wretched Kill Zone, thats the kind of name that a teenage group would pic if they were starting a street gang," another said a snarl in his voice.

"Yeah well they are still dangerous and a threat, but there is no way that were going down without a fight," the first man grumbled their voices getting quieter as they walked away.

Blaine took his chance and slowly peaked out over the bush, he just got to see the group of men before they disappeared around the corner. There had to be at least five people in the group all carrying some sort of weapon, all of them a variety of sizes and heights. Thats all he had got by just looking at the back of them but he knew that those men were not to be messed with, there had to be more of them though which meant that he had to be careful.

He untied his bag from his ankle and slipped it onto his shoulders, he better get moving if he wanted to get somewhere before it got to dark. As it was September the sun was going to start going down faster.

He got up and moved slowly towards where he knew the roads would be, he had a conscious hand on his dagger just in case he was attacked. But that wasnt going to be his first problem.

The ground started to shake, throwing him the ground.

"Shit," he yelled crawling back up towards the tree that he had hidden behind wrapping his arms around it. He knew that it wasnt a safe thing to do but he wanted something to hold onto and that was the first and closest thing he saw.

When he was in the basement he used to curl up into the foetal position and close his eyes just hoping that the basement wouldnt cave in on him.

Slowly the shaking died down, Blaine keeping his arms wrapped around the tree for a few more minutes before letting go. He sighed, wondering if he should just go back into the basement.

He shook his head answering his own question and climbed to his feet walking back towards the road.

It didnt take long before his back was against the wall that was around the corner to the road; he took a small glance around the wall checking to see if anyone was around. Nothing.

The street had been one of the busiest ones he had known, seeing it empty was almost alien. The sky had darkened considerably since he had come up from the tunnel and the sunset was making the sky shine a beautiful colour of orange.

He had never stood to appreciate the sunset but now he could help but stop and stare.

He averted his eyes from the sky, looking at all of the stores that were now just looted rooms. The windows had been smashed and the glass still laid on the floor scattered along the path. He could tell that one of the convenient stores had been burn down at one point, the whole place had turned to charcoal and he could still smell the musty smoke that came from it.

He stayed close to the walls, keeping low and slowly walked out into the open. He still had no idea where he was going, but it didnt really matter right now.

He walked up the road for about half an hour staying low and walking real slowly before he started walking normally picking up the pace. He hadnt seen anyone and he kept his hand on his dagger and his mind on full alert.

He walked for another hour before he was starting to leave the city and he couldnt have felt more relieved. Fields started to come into view along the main road that led out of the city and a ditch ran alongside it, he jumped in without a second thought beginning to walk inside it.

Because he was short the ditch almost covered him completely as he walked, the road was abandoned but he couldnt chance walking along there, not with the types of weapons that everyone seemed to have.

While walking he thought about all of the stuff that he had seen, the way that the streets had been trashed and the shops looted, the gangs that had formed all obtaining high-end weapons and the fact that there didnt seem to be many people around.

He wasnt sure if it was because a lot of people had died or been murdered, or if it was because everyone had fled and hid. Maybe he should have started running a long time ago.

The sky was dark now making him more nervous, the street lights remained dark and he was struggling to see tripping ever so often when his foot his a branch making him jump out of his skin.

After the fifth time that he had fallen he stopped sitting down in the ditch giving up trying to walk in the dark, he would just have to wait until it go light enough to see and then he would carry on.

He sat there for a while fighting sleep not wanting to make himself so vulnerable, but soon sleep became too hard to fight and his eyes fluttered shut and he was consumed by yet more darkness.