Like Scarlet, S"aven"s future was visibly flaking away. The town was infested with socialism, covered with putrid boils of left-minded revolutionaries. The only possible solution was cauterising the site, obliterating every trace of freethinking and eradicating any chance of contamination. London should have acted long before it got to this stage, but she didn"t. Her wealth and greed had been allowed to flourish without prudence, and now she sat, fat and useless, watching the downfall of British society on all levels. It was time for them both to die.
Scarlet drove at speed down the motorway. The winter exodus from the north had already started, but this time it was being counteracted by refugees trying to break away from the violence in the south. Something was coming; everyone could fee
