These Wings Are Now Swords.
Ten years after the fake pandemic, most people on the planet had been hunted down and vaccinated. As for me I lived on the British Isles and so far had enjoyed a feral freedom of sorts. I still had a couple of friends who like me had refused to give in. The difference was they had gone to New China in Scotland to get fake vaccine passports put on their phones. Which allowed them to keep working amongst the vaccinated. I had got rid of my phone and gone to live outside. I won't bore you about the grinding rain and bone breaking cold of these islands. I had changed my identity and physical being through force of will and Gods help. Alone without a connection to the ancients of your indigenous lands you wither up and die. Simple. I had gone from being the fat lad on the photos they show to advertise a work out, before. To being a bearded warrior with two hidden swords. One for killing my enemies and the other for hacking through hedgerows and dense forest. If I ever came a...