Present Day

Michael sighed looking towards his twelve year old sister, Mia.

He'd had the same dream again. The night of his parents death, since then they had travelled from camp to camp all of them too ful of survivors to take in a fourteen old boy and his younger sister.

Michael pulled himself over another piece of stone that had crumbled away from a building. He looked into the distance towards the Thames where Big Ben once stood tall and proud. Now all that was left was rumble, like the rest of London and any other major city across Britain.

London was one of the first places the Talons targeted. Talons were modern day Nazis, who Michael had been learning about when war first broke out.

World War III, it looked like humans would never learn.

Well at least the Talons hadn't tried anything like the holocaust, yet anyway. Britain and all her allies like France, America, Australia, a couple of African countries  and a few islands had - sorry are - trying to fight them, but we're losing miserably. A few countries had stayed out of it like Switzerland, Spain and most South American countries and are currently neutral countries. All the other countries had teamed up and formed the Talons under the lead of Russian president Viktor Maksim.

Michael often went to sleep and hoped to wake up to find it was all a dream, that his parents were at home, he could talk to his friends and have three meals a day. Now though it was eat whatever supplies you had and bath in any clean river you could find.

The only thing Michael carried from his old life was a backpack with a few essential supplies like a map, a hand powered torch, matches, notepad, pencil case, apocket knife, some food, a blanket, a small two person tent, a bottle of water, his ID pass and a few old photos.

The photos were the second most important thing he had in the world. There was one of his parents, one of the four of them two years before the war started, a picture of Mia and him and finally one of his old friends.

The photos were very important to him, but by far the most important thing he had was Mia. It was funny before the war he thought Mia was annoying and was never really bothered by her, but now they were really close. They only had each other after all.

A small breeze slammed something into his face pulling him out of his thoughts. Michael stopped and pulled the offending object of his face, to discover the object was actually a leaflet. Mia stopped a few steps ahead finally noticing Michael had stopped and slowly strolled back to stand in front of him.

"What's that?" She questioned curiously.

"A leaflet." Michael didn't look up and instead continued to inspect said leaflet.

"I got that, what is it about though." She replied in a duh tone.

"It says...that there is a safe place for orphaned kids no matter what side they are from." He finally looked up with a big grin on his face. Michael looked back down after a minute of taking in his sister's excited face. Something caught his eye. "Only problem, it is in San Francisco as in America."

"We still have to go through this is a good chance to finally be safe again." Mia still looked hopeful.

"And how do you propose we get there." Michael looked up towards the setting sun and sighed, again. "How about we find a place to set up camp for the night, have a good sleep and then discuss this in the morning when we can think more clearly."

Michael turned and started walking away scrambling over old houses or shops, he couldn't tell from the few remains that there was, imagining his sister's disappointed frown.

Yes, this was going to come back to bite him in the back later, he could see that for sure.

With that final thought Michael wondered towards the setting sun in hopes of finding a place to shelter for the night.