The world had ended and in the ashes the differences between the scattered enclaves of survivors was settled via five-a-side football. I was reserve player for my team and also the one responsible for fixing our minibus when it broke down.

The bus broke down somewhere in the countryside and I had to get it moving before the sunset crawling so I leant over the open bonnet while a teammate handed me my tools and replacement parts.

I woke up before we managed to get the damn thing going, muttering under my breath about how “the engine’s fibrillating”.