20170615

Day 1,013

We thought there was a marathon at first, some Halloween themed special that we'd not heard about. I mean, from the cable car they looked like costumes and those running for their lives were all heading in the same direction. How could we have known until we landed the other side of the Thames?

It was all so surreal. None of us had gotten any calls or texts from our family or had any breaking news appear on their timelines - there hadn't been the time for everyone in the ground. When we landed we were met by bloodstained walls, the floor slick-red with the tattered remains of tourists and staff alike scattered about like leftover dog food.

Our first thought was to head back into the cable car, it was a vulnerable position but it still seemed safer than the rest of London. We never even considered how long we could survive, only planning how we could stop the car just far out enough that it would be impossible to reach us, how we could conceal ourselves in case there was anything left alive and how we could break the controls on both sides to keep us away from it all until help could come.

It's been eight days.

Eight long days of hiding under our coats, sipping away at the last dregs in our water bottles and flinching when the car sways in the wind. At night we pick someone to peer out and check for signs of survivors, the police - anything that could save us but we've not seen or heard anything human.

I was the last to check and I told the others there was nothing as usual. How do I tell them that the river was full of bobbing heads all staring up at us and the wires all around us were writhing with countless creatures heading right for us? The next check is a few ours away and I hope they know how to get us out of here.

It's only a matter of time before they realise that it isn't the wind.

It's whatever's left testing for weaknesses, figuring out how to open the doors.

The only upside I can see is that my phone is waterproof so some record of this might survive somewhere.

The door just creaked and opened a fraction so I guess time's up.

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