The world had been taken over by university graduates. Everyone else had been killed, except me. Unlikely.
I hid under some stairs, was spotted by three Oxbridge types, they mulled over how best to kill me, so I stabbed all three.
I headed for a nearby housing estate, looking for other survivors.
Something odd about the pavements.
They glowed a dull red and moved like slow escalators.
One street that I was never very fond of, narrowed until it was virtually impassable.
The Uni Team were making changes, fast.
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Which street?
Brahan Terrace, round the corner from where I used to live. Probably some childhood trauma responsible.
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