Httyd: The Wasteland Is Dark Place

The British capital and the iron fist

A/N I bet anyone from America will find this chapter stupid I think ( England is the best ) but since I live in England it would be the best country to write about.

So by now In my story I would have traveled the world by now it only took a
year or so I don't know time really fly's by when you lower your guard
Or when your having fun if you want to sound like a normal person but it doesn't matter.
In this part I visit England a mild and cold place to live in back then and London
can be very busy at times being the capital of the country and all.

I strolled through the city of London cars being evrey where and weeds and shrubbery over took the
city and left over building parts. I know now to stay away from buildings and cars because
dragons sometimes like to nest in them but what's really bad if an
egg explodes in a car and loads of them have fuel in them and that
could make a big explosion.

I walked on following my map where a trader told me where to find
the so called iron fist capital of the British wasteland.
The iron fist is a big settlement of survivors
Which you barely see apart from well defendable areas
or important places.

Then I heard shouting and yelling and the roars of a pack of dragons
which you should not underestimate them they could out smart you like
you where only a little child who knows nothing.

I ran over to see what was going on as I saw
what looked like some sort so settlement with walls
of battered old scrap metal mostly from old cars.

I pulled out a flare gun pointing it somewhere far away where
the dragons couldn't hurt anyone and I fired.
A blaze of red fire glowed out like a friend in this harsh world
and all the dragons scattered following the light knocking each other into walls and such.

A guard came out to meet me wearing gronckle armour covering his
left arm.

"State your business sir!" the guard yelled proudly

"Just passing through and I'm also looking for a town named iron fist if you know where it is?" I replied

"We are iron fist or what people call us because really the small guard we have here are called the iron fist and thanks for saving us" the man said with a smile

The man let me in the little town now knowing his name is Joe he told
me sometime they would want to expand reclaiming England
from any creature and of course everyone what's to reclaim
there home land wouldn't you?

"How did you get gronckle iron armour?" I asked him

"Because I'm the head guard in our fort so I get one of these and we got it from a trader the gronckles
now days don't make the same gronckle iron as they did" Joe told me

I explored the fort and there where cute little shops in hand built buildings, big living areas, military buildings with there round scrap metal roofs of limited to the public and of course in the middle old Elizabeth tower or big Ben to many old run down with huge gaping holes all over it but since its 96m tall
it makes for a good watch tower.

A few days past as I wondered what are in the military buildings because they wouldn't need it they don't have enough people for an army. I stumbled past an old news paper on the floor with the date being 6/7/87
I froze shocked it had been 72 years that's makes me 103 years old ( if ur smart then u now know how old he was at the start )