They say three things can survive an apocalypse; rats, insects and tinned food. We were lucky enough to find a few battered tins of beans scavenging the Overgrowth landfill sites as we exited the district; gold dust. We had lost some travellers to the concrete; some say its poetic and noble to disappear into the labyrinth, I call it stupidity. Less mouths to feed though, which is always a plus.
The rain is slamming down on the windscreen in sheets, the smog is all pervasive. We keep the windows up to keep the chemical tang off our nostrils and tongue. We're heading inwards. Some say there's an ex military bunker system 100 miles east; underground, protected. I'm hoping they have an abundance of tinned food. I could do without the rats.