Is that what I think it is?
It’s your phone, isn’t it?
And yours. It’s the emergency signal. Can’t be, can it?
It’s just another test. They’ve been testing it a lot recently.
Yeah, for good reason.
Becky still hasn’t had one yet. Says her phone’s too old. What’s it say, anyway?
Christ, this is it.
Read it. It says a missile attack has been launched against the country.
It can’t be. Maybe they’ve just—
It is. Fuck me, this is it . . .
Give it a few more seconds. I’m sure it’ll stop.
Don’t you get it? We might not have a few more seconds. We can’t afford to sit here doing nothing.
Look, the neighbours are outside.
Jesus Christ, love, forget what the neighbours are doing, we need to do something.
I only have to go out into the garden and him next-door starts gawping at me.
Change the channel.
The TV. Change the channel.
But I was watching this.
Put the bloody news on! There! Look, I told you. A fucking missile attack. Four minutes, that’s all we’ve got left.
They’ve done it. Those bastards have finally gone and bloody done it.
What do we do?
We need to get to the centre of the house.
I saw it on the internet. The cupboard under the stairs. It’s the safest place.
How will being under the stairs be safe?
It’s the strongest part of the house. We’ll be protected from the fallout in there.
But it won’t make any difference, will it? We’ll have to come out eventually.
We don’t have time to argue! Get pillows and duvets from upstairs. I’ll get the cushions from the lounge.
Come on, love, we have to.
I don’t think there’s any point.
There’s always a point . . .
What about Gemma? She’s at Jennifer’s house.
I can be there in five minutes in the car.
We don’t have five minutes, don’t you understand? We probably don’t even have two minutes now!
Shouldn’t we at least try? We can’t just leave her.
We don’t have time. What are you doing now?
Calling her. She’s on her own.
She’s not on her own, she’s with Jenny.
Yes, but she’s not with us.
Tell her to try and get home. No, tell her to keep under cover, then try to get home. Phone her and tell her—
I’m just going to tell her we love her, that’s all.
I’ll get food and water and put it under the stairs.
We don’t have any food.
We said we’d go shopping later, remember?
Shit. There must be something.
I can’t clear this bloody message off my phone. How do you clear it? I get it, just switch it off.
I’ll grab whatever we’ve got.
Gemma’s not answering. Do you think she’s alright?
None of us are alright. We should never have let her go out.
Where’s the cat?
Who cares about the frigging cat?
I do. I can’t just leave him outside, can I? It’s not his fault.
It’s not our fault!
I’ll go and find him.
Are you insane? Leave it! Christ, the four-minute warning’s gone off and all we’ve done is talk about the stuff we can’t do.
How long have we got left?
I don’t know. Go and get the pillows and mattresses and duvets down like I said.
How’s that going to help?
It’ll stop the fall-out.
You think? Pillows and cushions?
Is it going to hurt? I just want it to be over quick. I don’t want it to hurt.
What about your sister, out in the sticks? And what about Sally and the boys? Oh, God . . .
There’s nothing we can do for them, love. There’s nothing we can do for ourselves, never mind anyone else.
Then why are we bothering to try?
I mean, is there really any point?
Of course there is. Now come on, we have to get under cover.
So that we can survive.
What kind of a question is that?
But will there be anything left?
I don’t know.
How will we keep going? How will we eat?
What about water?
We’ll worry about that later.
Is there even going to be a later?
Please, love, stop asking questions you know I can’t answer. Come on . . .
Should I fill the bath?
There isn’t time.
But if we’ve not got any food or water, and if Gemma’s not here, then is there any point trying?
But we can’t just give up, can we.
I’m not ready . . .
We have to try and survive.
I just want one more day.
Just one more day like we had yesterday. One more day without all of this. Yesterday was a lovely day.
Please, love . . .
I’m going to miss everyone. Can’t we just pretend it’s not happening? I wish they hadn’t told us.
What’s the point in them sending a warning message telling us we’re going to die when there’s nothing we can do? Why not just let it happen? It’s cruel. It isn’t fair.
Get under cover!
None of this is our fault.
I know. Come on, let’s get under the stairs.
Ah, there’s the cat. I think he was spooked by all the noise. Poor little thing.
Please just come back and—
Just a sec. I’ll grab his food from under the sink and we can—
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