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slowly to the front door.
“ Call me.” He reiterated as he opened the white panelled portal. As he did so, he looked back at Jill only to see her face, pale and in shock. Realising something was very wrong, Roger poked his head outside and realised the magnitude of the cause behind Jill's disbelief.
“ My God.” Roger muttered as he looked upon the dark, red dawn that greeted the American population.
“ What the hell is wrong with the sky?” Jill whined as the surreal image brought about a highly emotional response.
Roger could not speak. His astonishment lasted only a few seconds and then his scientific mind began to go to work. He walked out on to the lawn which had become overgrown in Paul's absence and looked up to the heavens. It was only then he realised how very quiet the world had become.
CHAPTER TEN
Thames Talk Commercial Radio Station
Camden, London
November 14 th 2020
Joshua revelled in the desolation of the streets as he drove with some haste to the radio station. Annoyingly, he was still stopped periodically by red lights despite there being few other vehicles on the road and even fewer pedestrians. He was tempted to jump them but despite the lack of normality, he was not about to flagrantly transgress the laws of the land just because something out of the ordinary had transpired.
Unsurprisingly, his sat-nav system had also suffered in the red dawn, it complained incessantly as it searched for its GPS location but with no success. Where had the satellites gone? Finding the small commercial station in the heart of Camden was not easy. Eventually he stopped a passing pedestrian who wandered shell shocked along the street with seemingly no awareness of the bulletins message. The young man pointed vaguely in the direction that Joshua had just arrived from and the reporter tutted and swung the car round with a little excessive throttle causing the tyres to squeal.
A small sign designated the location Joshua desired and he quickly got out of the car, not even bothering to lock it up or check the door was firmly shut. Peering inside the reception, he could see movement from within and he clattered the door and pressed the intercom impatiently. A moment passed where Joshua stood restlessly on the spot moving his weight from one foot to the other, flicking his tongue around his teeth as he realised that he had not brushed that morning.
“ Can I help?” The door was opened ajar but no further and a small feminine voice emanated from within.
“ Yes, Hi! I work for The Messenger on Fleet Street, is there someone I can speak to there?”
The timid personality behind the door seemed hesitant.
“ I'm not writing a story, just trying to work out what's going on. There's going to be anarchy on the streets at this rate. We need to get some collective information flowing, people are scared.”
The door opened a little further.
“ There's not a lot to tell. We have been broadcasting but our signals not going out. If I was you, I’d go home and wait for the TV to say something.”
The diminutive figure could now be seen as an oriental girl in her twenties, smartly dressed and quite clearly distressed.
“ But they aren't saying anything are they? What do your technical guys say?”
The door was rudely shut as Joshua's question was abruptly cut short. The reporter spun around and exhaled in annoyance. He reached into his pocket for his mobile instinctively only to recall that it was useless at this time. Getting back into the car, a new Ford hatchback, he set off back to Fleet Street with his limited intelligence gathered. At least he had discovered that the radio stations were not dormant and they were at least attempting to broadcast. This seemed to suggest that the airwaves were either being jammed or interfered with somehow. He wondered if any of his colleagues had gotten anywhere near a government
“ Call me.” He reiterated as he opened the white panelled portal. As he did so, he looked back at Jill only to see her face, pale and in shock. Realising something was very wrong, Roger poked his head outside and realised the magnitude of the cause behind Jill's disbelief.
“ My God.” Roger muttered as he looked upon the dark, red dawn that greeted the American population.
“ What the hell is wrong with the sky?” Jill whined as the surreal image brought about a highly emotional response.
Roger could not speak. His astonishment lasted only a few seconds and then his scientific mind began to go to work. He walked out on to the lawn which had become overgrown in Paul's absence and looked up to the heavens. It was only then he realised how very quiet the world had become.
CHAPTER TEN
Thames Talk Commercial Radio Station
Camden, London
November 14 th 2020
Joshua revelled in the desolation of the streets as he drove with some haste to the radio station. Annoyingly, he was still stopped periodically by red lights despite there being few other vehicles on the road and even fewer pedestrians. He was tempted to jump them but despite the lack of normality, he was not about to flagrantly transgress the laws of the land just because something out of the ordinary had transpired.
Unsurprisingly, his sat-nav system had also suffered in the red dawn, it complained incessantly as it searched for its GPS location but with no success. Where had the satellites gone? Finding the small commercial station in the heart of Camden was not easy. Eventually he stopped a passing pedestrian who wandered shell shocked along the street with seemingly no awareness of the bulletins message. The young man pointed vaguely in the direction that Joshua had just arrived from and the reporter tutted and swung the car round with a little excessive throttle causing the tyres to squeal.
A small sign designated the location Joshua desired and he quickly got out of the car, not even bothering to lock it up or check the door was firmly shut. Peering inside the reception, he could see movement from within and he clattered the door and pressed the intercom impatiently. A moment passed where Joshua stood restlessly on the spot moving his weight from one foot to the other, flicking his tongue around his teeth as he realised that he had not brushed that morning.
“ Can I help?” The door was opened ajar but no further and a small feminine voice emanated from within.
“ Yes, Hi! I work for The Messenger on Fleet Street, is there someone I can speak to there?”
The timid personality behind the door seemed hesitant.
“ I'm not writing a story, just trying to work out what's going on. There's going to be anarchy on the streets at this rate. We need to get some collective information flowing, people are scared.”
The door opened a little further.
“ There's not a lot to tell. We have been broadcasting but our signals not going out. If I was you, I’d go home and wait for the TV to say something.”
The diminutive figure could now be seen as an oriental girl in her twenties, smartly dressed and quite clearly distressed.
“ But they aren't saying anything are they? What do your technical guys say?”
The door was rudely shut as Joshua's question was abruptly cut short. The reporter spun around and exhaled in annoyance. He reached into his pocket for his mobile instinctively only to recall that it was useless at this time. Getting back into the car, a new Ford hatchback, he set off back to Fleet Street with his limited intelligence gathered. At least he had discovered that the radio stations were not dormant and they were at least attempting to broadcast. This seemed to suggest that the airwaves were either being jammed or interfered with somehow. He wondered if any of his colleagues had gotten anywhere near a government
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