Dead Romance (New Adventures)

<em>‘All right, let’s start with the basics. The world ended on the twelfth of October, Nineteen Seventy…’</em> I don’t know why I’m writing this. It’s not like anybody’s going to read it. At least, nobody who cares about the fact that I’m a desperate, dying, 23-year-old human being who’s just had the whole of history taken away from her. To whoever’s out there, to whatever’s left, this is the way things were, just before the end. This is the story about the last days of London, about murder and love and waking up in the ruins, about all the people buried in the wreckage… I’m lying, obviously. This is <em>my</em> story. This is what <em>I</em> was doing, when October the twelfth came. Because, let’s face it, I’m the only one who really matters. I’m the only one who got out alive.