Part 3 of ?
John had arrived in his battered old transit van with coat hanger antenna in a ploom of thick smoke that was even visible in the darkness. Ian watched him park in his next door neighbour's parking space and get out his van with what looked like a foot long joint in his mouth. Ian rolled his eyes into the back of his head and opened the front door.
'You took your time John, where are your tools?'
'What the fuck do I need tools for, it's not like we're going to work is it you muppet, and I tell you something else, it's gone fucking mental out there mate, so much for the army taking control. It's like the riots all over again, I was lucky to get through, I had to take the back roads. But least I got an eighth off tattooed Tim on the way, here have a blast of some of this shit'
Ian had a couple of puffs and blew two thick smoke rings into the sky. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful the night sky was looking, with no clouds in the sky, the stars were out in their thousands covering the jet black sky with a milky haze. The moon looked like it was trying its best to replace the Sun, a huge white ball that was casting unnatural eerie shadows on everything it's light encountered.
'Ive got a plan John. We need to board up my windows with lagging in between the boards and windows, it's gonna get fucking taters in a couple of days. I've got a full water tank in the loft but not much food, we need to go on a mission for supplies'
'Sweet mate, where we going looting, tescos?
'Not quite mate, Homebase'
John coughed out a plume of smoke
'Homebase!!! Are you aving a giraffe'.
To be continued....
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