It's been 52 days since the end of everything... The final episode of human history.... It's extinction... A couple of months ago this mess of rubble and chaos had a name, in the height of the summer it was once a popular tourist trap situated on the south west coast of England. Whatever that name may have been it goes by another name now given to it by anyone lucky enough to have been outside the city but unlucky enough to have survived the blast. A name that perfectly describes what should be done upon encountering any signs towards the place, this name being: Swerve City. For those still within the city, the only way of life is; live, suffer, survive and gradually find a way out of this hell on earth. Matt sat against the wall, his eyes drifting from the boarded up windows, the boarded up front door and the small girl curled up in his lap. His sister was the priority, the several other survivors within the room that sat in the silence listening to the starving dog attempt to get through didn't matter half as much.