City of the abandoned - Nottingham City Centre

Rather a scrapbook left somewhere. Many of the people of this city are all whom reminded of the generations that have survived the worst of the radiation. The whole area is networks of caves underground which are used by the people of today to shelter. The old technologies are in full use here, a stable economy of its own.

It is through stories they talk of this city. It's history as it was before radiation poisoning and disease scares. These people have no doubts and hold spite of what happened in the past. There was no city filters here. They talk of everything as they were told by those whom lived here always. They blame the governments for their abandonment. They are shoned for knowing the truth.

They praise the cat woman that speaks as all the veterans do. The tall monster of a mother that protects and knows the world as they do.

Just recording what they were talking about had caused red signal reports to the upper officers. Meaning we can't discredit these people of the validity. If they spoke lies, our system would no be flagging it as execution ordered. The words of all these people became deeply rooted, shaking everything that was assumed about the 'bombing'. The spread of conversation was enough to silence everyone that assumed the city was right.

I stood in the market square, lighting a cigarette. The bell strike the hour, making me drop my cigarette to the floor. I leaned to pick it up and look from where the bell tolled. I stood back up in being hit with having seen this place before. I stopped my cigarette out. Moved to have a further look of the council building. I fell on my but on a what remains of a water feature. Yet the seater position from here was exactly how she draw it. This places had trams once. Wires. The buildings around were shops. Restaurants. The clock building with two lions either side. Banners once hung of signing up for a shelter holding at a dome city. It still here, torn and weather beaten.

She was here as a human once. Her perception wasn't that of some fake or someone pretending to been in the time of history that this happened. She was someone like this city, knew that some off was about why they offer places to move into. Not without a cause. She was a protester, standing with signs about wanting a answer for why the scares and sudden changes. She was was arrested for it. There was a criminal record that been amended in her file, pardoned because she did something for the government.

She really did know. So she hide this. She knew. If she knew, her brother knew too. Machines knew. So why has none of them told us humans? She wanted to, she warned the reporter about digging but encourages the search.

Well now the criminal case against her didn't matter anymore. The human governor that sent me on this chase, afraid of these people of Nottingham from poisoning the people of the city domes.

We leave this city with agreement between us to never speak of this ever again. We are to report that the city was attacked by mutants, nothing but corpses are left behind. Don't go there.

We should have wipped the city with our own weapons. But... there is to many of this city for us to kill. To innocent for me to murder.

My bias once assumed of those whom hated the city have changed. I realize what they really meant now. The fancy code words were just areas they grown up in. Pre-fallout naming.