London Horror 1

London Horror 2
No one had ever suspected the world to become the place it has become. Light that shone from the sky grew dimmer by the day as the dark slowly annihilated the sight of light, fear that struck nearly every soul, and
tremendous tensions that would continue to escalate. It was beyond anyone’s control at this stage, and people felt as though they were traveling backwards instead of moving forward. When the sun was visible it would be a glorious moment, but the air was growing thicker and the sun was slowly vanishing as factories continued to pollute the now charcoal charred, toxic
fumed, and gloomy air, that required strength to grasp at a solid breath.
Nobody knew whom to blame as they didn’t even know who was in charge, ever since the corrupt and superfluous government had fled the country a couple of weeks ago. Economic recessions were usual sites that lead to excruciating violence and utmost disorder. Unimaginable plagues and ghastly diseases
have become a part of everyday life in London. Only few were able to escape the sight of all this misery, one of which was the mayor of London, Clark Dobson.
Clark Dobson lived on the remains of Kensington Palace Garden. They had their own garden with violets, oak trees, and dandelions. Mr. Dobson’s daughter,
Elizabeth Dobson was an eager and cunning child. On a regular day, there would be one or two curfews installed. Clark would never allow Elizabeth out of the palace gates but her curiosity grew more and more as she became impassive of the familiar garden. It was on this murky day that Dobson and Elizabeth were playing stratego on the carpet near the fireplace, as the day gradually grew dim.
Elizabeth moved her block into such a bold and perilous situation. “Why do you make it so easy” asked Clark. “To be honest, I cannot wait to play on my violin dad”. In fact, she was only following her plan to escape, step by step. “I win” shrieked Clark, as if he defeated an alien who had more superiority than him. “Oh well,” said Elizabeth, as she made her way to the main stairway that was made of brown oak wood from the Southeastern corner of the Amazon Rainforest.
“Wait sweet pie … you haven’t had supper and we will dine to some French imported escargot, my favorite”.
– “I think I’ll pass … besides, it’s your favorite, and I’ll just amuse myself by playing Beethoven’s fifth symphony”.
– “Fine, but don’t get carried away”.
– “You know me all to well”.
– “Ha-ha” uttered Clark.
Elizabeth climbed the stairway up to the second floor, glimpsing at the dazzling chandelier on the ceiling. She made her way to the room on the left, which was covered in red rose fabrics and a golden plated decoration across the walls. As she entered her magnificent room and picked up her violin, she began

London Horror 3 with a B flat and then went up the scale, which sounded almost flawless; the sound itself resembled to humming of a bird and the sound of trees gently swaying in some distant land. She then played a series of high notes before shifting to very low notes. Clark assumed that her daughter was tuning, but she quickly turned on a stereo, placing a disc that consisted of her playing
Beethoven’s fifth symphony the other day. “Father, once I stop playing, I’ll go to bed because I feel quite tired, so don’t try to disturb me … Goodnight, I love you” articulated Elizabeth, before opening one of her window’s and squeezed out unto the roof before throwing a rope on the ground.
The night slowly crippled in sight, as any remaining signs of shimmering brightness began to disappear, and the radiant moon began to arise with little notice. The air outside became cold and windy as Elizabeth’s hat flew away while she kept her balance, dangling on the stretch of rope that swayed back and forth.
She made her way down the rope as a snail would slyly make its way towards a tree. It took her quite some time to reach the last window on her voyage down, as the wind rapidly grew more fearsome. Then, as she was closing in on the firm surface, a harsh wind threw her off-balance and she fell to the stiff ground.
It took minutes for Elizabeth to regain conciseness, as she began to stand up right. Then out of surprise she fell again, unable to support her balance after feeling her ankle. Sitting on the green surface she tried to maintain herself from screaming the dying effort of planning such an operation before the slightest taste of success. A teardrop left her eye as the thought of despair and loss entered her brain. It appeared as though she couldn’t escape the horrendous isolation and she began to think of the world she knew years ago behind the now familiar and unpleasant palace of captivity. Bearing this thought, she wrestled herself to get her feet back up. The intensifying scent of flowers and leaves of autumn diffused into her nose as she increased her pace despite her sworn and twisted ankle. Every step required such a force, such an effort, that it seemed she wouldn’t escape in time. Elizabeth continued onwards as she crossed the patch of violets and daisies before drawing close to the hedges. As she continued she thought of his father calling her and looking for her around the house, without noticing the rope she had installed, but her hopes fainted quickly as he heard a yell from his father saying “Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Come back, now! Where are you?” Hearing his father’s tone, Elizabeth crossed the bridge whilst dragging her despondent leg. She could see a flashlight and then she heard the footsteps of security men, coming her way. It seemed hopeless but nothing was impossible for Elizabeth as she continued towards the fence. Looking at her Aviator watch,
Elizabeth made her way to the back gates that were beginning to open for the garbage truck, which began to accelerate with some consistent speed.
Elizabeth took a breath before she froze at the sound of an alarm, which made her heart ice-cold. Her throat began to swell up as the wind pulled her back. In front of her, she could see a group of security guards heading her way and the gate, which was now only a few meters away, slowly secure. The guards facing her slowly made their way with guns and began to aim at her, ready to fire. Elizabeth had not planned this out and her heart continued to pound harder and with an increasing pace, but she didn’t know that hope would be by her side,

London Horror 4 nor did she know how long hope be with her, as Mr. Clark yelled, “Don’t shoot!
Don’t shoot”. Following their orders the safeguards held their ground. Elizabeth knew this would be her best chance to escape so she jogged and limped her way forward as a security guard tried to catch her but Elizabeth leaped down and swirled her legs, with such rapidness that one could tell she had trained herself in perfecting that move. Now that the security guard had lost balance and fell, there was only the huge metallic gate that separated her from independence.
Elizabeth hastily got up at the sight of her escape while the immobilized the guards permitted her escape as she made her way into the lonely and murky streets of London.
The scent changed as Elizabeth commenced her journey exploring the streets of London and while she was doing so, an unpleasant and unwelcoming scent filled the air after she remembered the numerous flowers that were within the palace gardens. She couldn’t escape the scent, so she strived to resist it as much as she could and her foot was so tired she lost the complaining ache of her ankle that gradually became numb. However, the sound of a security vehicle behind her was more alarming, hence, she decided it best to turn unto Davis
Street after noticing the street’s sign. Luckily, the vehicle passed by and she felt relieved but thought it strange that very few people lurked around these streets, most of which were security guards. “Maybe someone had decided to renovate the street” she whispered to herself, however she could see by the corner of her eye that the end of Grosvenor Street was blocked by a huge wall and security forces were all over the place. The one thing that Elizabeth failed to notice was the camera installed on one of the demolished houses and was glaring at her, as a tiger would creep towards its prey.
Elizabeth seemed confused and mesmerized by the sight of all this that she hardly spoke and rather continued on. It gave the impression that there was no escape at all but Elizabeth hadn’t yet given up as she sneaked unto Piccadilly, but the sound of footsteps from behind made her feel quite nervous as she increased her pace. She peeked into the sky and noticed large grey clouds approaching, sensing a storm that would end her despair. It became more dark and the visibility on the outskirts of the gloomy city made it very difficult to see but the light post across the streets made Elizabeth’s vision clearer as the footsteps steadily obtained an increase in velocity. On the left of Piccadilly was a road entitled Shaftesbury Avenue and she made her way towards the exit only to find another gate that had been closed. She wondered whether it was just a dream but it seemed real after she attempted to hit her check with her fidgeting, cold, and insensitive hand.
The footsteps behind her were getting closer and louder as if the minute hand of a clock in a still room. Her heartbeats increased intensifying the situation, let alone relieve her from any stress and anxiety. The only challenge she currently faced was to yet again escape her surroundings but under more perilous conditions. The idea she had in mind was to escape by the ladders that lead to a watchtower. Elizabeth immediately began her ascent on the watchtower, which in turn would leave the guards following her lost and continue their search somewhere else. As she reached the top and saw a man

London Horror 5 asleep with vine bottles surrounding him and a radio transmitter on a table she crept down hoping that the guards wouldn’t follow her, which happened to come true and soon they began to jog towards other areas of the campus. Grasping for breath she was able to see a blurry figure of her home and the large metallic gate that she had overcome.
Time passed by in the same way as Elizabeth passed by her thoughts on what to do next, but it was interrupted by the sound of the radio transmitter calling on sergeant Bull Radkinson, who was supposedly the man getting up.
Without delay, Elizabeth picked up a vine bottle and smashed it against the sergeant’s head, which made him fall back into his wild dreams. Despite this, the transmitter wouldn’t stop beeping, therefore, Elizabeth sought it fit to leave and soon she made her way down the ladders when an army truck pulled over and the gates to the area began to open. She hastily made her way to the gates and began to run. The camera against the gate caught her as she tried to escape, and soon an alarm triggered and security forces charged towards her. Elizabeth’s ankle felt better after the rest on the watchtower and soon she ran steadily passing confused guards and flashing red lights that surrounded her. She passed one gate then another before encountering three security guards but the army truck pulled up in front of her so she ducked underneath the vehicle and hung against certain pipes. At this stage she wasn’t sure whether to go back home or discover the real city that lies past the walls. The truck stopped as the guards continued their search and as the truck was beginning to leave its current position, one of them noticed Elizabeth and shouted “Imposter!” but by then the truck had exited the last check point and began it’s journey across London.
Elizabeth could only bear a few minutes and got off without severely injuring herself. She seemed lost, although there was a sign behind her in white displaying Fleet Street. She still continued looking at dismay with an expression of despair and depression. The reason being that, there were sick people on the streets, rotten buildings, looting, and everything else one can imagine when a city goes through horrific and unprecedented times. As she continued on, she could hear a sound of clock striking an hour, and as she turned towards Waterloo
Bridge, she saw Big Ben: lustrous with the hour hand pointing at ten. At that moment, a curfew alarm spilled throughout the air as some of the few people across the streets went indoors. Elizabeth was still lost and being seventeen year old she wanted to go back home. Her determination and bravery has brought her this far, knowing his father’s job, she felt disappointed and very shocked. Inside her body, her heart continued to pound faster and faster as the alarm slowly fainted and came to an end.
At that particular moment, Elizabeth was walking unto the bridge and saw a person on the other side but the harsh wind and cool air made it hard to depict the stranger. The figure became more visible with every step and soon
Elizabeth began to wonder what a fellow like him would be doing after curfew.
As thoughts arose in her head the stranger turned out to be a man in his early twenties, shaved, somewhat pale, dark eyes, brown hair, but there was something distinctive about him. He was wearing sunglasses, and as he passed
Elizabeth was somewhat that besotted and she opened her mouth to ask: “Why

London Horror 6 are you wearing sunglasses?” “Well,” said the man in a sharpened voice, “to remind people about the past and give them hope”. These words, touched
Elizabeth’s heart so much that they continued to talk about how the past was more satisfying than the current situation and how he wanted to help people to come together. The man explained that he belonged to a group which sought justice for the people to the many problems that the world was facing. The conversation came to its closure as Elizabeth explained that she was the mayor’s daughter, which really caught the stranger’s eyes because Elizabeth wasn’t aware that the man she was speaking to belonged to the a terrorist group called
“Uprising”. This group wanted to annihilate the government and all those in charge. Elizabeth was two distracted by the thoughts that maybe the world could stand a chance despite all hopes; maybe a bright future can be achieved if everyone comes together. Maybe aid comes when you least expect it, or maybe the world can be a better place if we set our minds to it, and maybe if there is only a sole dim light in the midst of a dark room that light would
still conquer despite all the odds. Maybe with hope we can overcome anything.
All these thoughts distracted Elizabeth from noticing the man who was discretely taking out a small gun and as she continued to think by his side he pulled the trigger and fired a bullet which made its way toward Elizabeth’s heart, preventing the flow of blood to the rest of her body. Then he left her running with such velocity he seemed faster then a restless cheetah. Elizabeth’s body fell and as her last thought came across a raindrop fell on her cheek and little by little made its way down before striking the ground and making it’s
mark. Then a lot more raindrops fell and the storm finally arrived.