Kirkby In A Nutshell: A Rewritten And Improved Edition.

Chapter 9: Heading Home.

"Welcome home, people." I said, as we stepped off the ferry. It was a very awkward journey back, wuth many awkward glances between Mason, James and I. Kayleigh and I sat together, and we stayed in our cabin for the rest of the journey.
"Can all passengers leaving Galway for England please ready their baggage, loose items, vehicles and any other personal belongings for exiting the ship. We hope you enjoyed your vacation, and we hope ti see you again shortly! Thank's for floating with foresters ferries!" Chimed an automatic, monotonous female voice that was prerecorded.
"Well." I said, "We are home."
I took Kayleigh by the hand, and walked her to the nearest exit to the ship. It was extermly surreal as we walked off the ship, and smelled our own air once again. Upon looking around the area, we realised to what extent some towns had been destroyed. There were smoked buildings now stood where once pearly white ones used to. Cars, melted to a crisp by the rain of gunfire. Smoke littering the air, killing off every last aspect of nature. There were tar barrels, ignited and trails of ignited fuel leading towards shops, where looters were taking the situation for granted. Windows were cracked and there were certain places where buildings no longer stand. Pastures which were once filled with golden wheat, beyond the horizon now were a deep charred grey. Charred corpses of cows and sheep littered the fields. I felt a single tear slide down my face and I fell to my knees. Kayleigh sat next to me as the group emerged, just us eight. A regiment. A group of military men, wearing British flags approached us.
"What is your business here?" Asked one of them.
"We are here to weep for fallen family members. We are here to find what we once loved, but now, likely will not. We are here to seek revenge on any last Russian soldier on our soil." I said, almost in a trance.
"Well, youre going to need to be armed to fight, people. Follow us."
We followed the group to a shop, at the end of the street. The shop was filled with crates, black with silver lining. A golden case stuck out to me, and as I reached out for it, i felt it attract me, as if it were a magnet and i were metal. I felt powerless to stop as i clicked open the small metal bix and saw, encrusted in jewels,a golden 44 magnum, polished and wrapped in a silk casing.
"I like you." I said, picking it up. The moment i touched the shining butt of the gun, a wave of happiness shot through me. My eyes saw an oak bat, sat beside the door. I picked it up straight away. "Come on choose then guys." I added, as I picked up a few boxes of rounds.
Kayleigh selected a small rifle, and a large hunting blade. Mason took a large automatic and a small knife. Elijah and Ava both took a smaller 9mm pistol. James, Emma and Amelia took multiple weapons and a few rucksack for artillery.
"Come on! We are going to kill some twats..." I yelled as we walked out of the shop, weapons in hand...