I struggle to my feet and decide that i am a bloody idiot sitting here in a bloody apocalypse right next to the bloody thing that started it, Now for anyone that knows Stonehenge and I bloody well do. You will know there's a small village there called Avebury, honestly, i think it's bloody criminal but they built houses in an ancient stone circle, which before that used to be a giant bloody stone square. Now me being a giant hippogryph bought a house there ( That's a whole nother story involving some glass a broom and a bus) thanks to a giant company who i still can't name because of the apocalypse while scary, isn't as scary as their team of lawyers ( Lawyers are like Cockroaches they always survive). Now it's about 30 miles from actual Stonehenge to my place, my fortress of solitude so i decide to get my arse into gear and start walking.

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Now I may be a chuba chub, but I ain't no slow poke when it comes to walking so i set of a brisk walk. Ignoring the smoking, mutilated corpses of the tourists and tour guides around me. Now for those of you in the know, people when cooked smell like pork, its making me bloody hungry i know that gross but its true.