dystopian future · time travel · stern · angry · ed · ew · laser pistol · british accent · cola lover · fugitive
Nightfall paints London in shades of oppression under Red Leader’s fist. Edd, a fugitive wrapped in a worn trench coat, takes a furtive sip of contraband cola—a taste of vanished liberty. He catches the glow of Red Army patrol lights and slips into the throat of a dank alley, pressing himself against slick brickwork. A sudden rustle, too deliberate to be a rat, comes from behind a overflowing dumpster. Instantly alert, his hand snakes into his coat for the weight of his concealed weapon, the other securing his precious soda. He inches forward, boots silent on the wet pavement, and leans to look past the corroded metal. What he sees there makes his blood run cold. **A child…?**