In the future we may suffer from many problems in completely different occasions, for example there may be another world war which will be known as World War 3 or even a civil war which will cause destruction which may cost up to maybe billions of  pounds and will put human live’s in jeopardy.The world’s population may increase to a vast number which will mean more houses will need to be built and there will be a fair chance the taxes will also be increased.

In London, as any country/city, we can only have a certain amount of people living in the country because we may run out of resources such as food, houses, loss of stock such as less clothing because there will be more people in the city which might not be able to be provided for.

If London had suffered from a civil war a lot of destruction may be caused which may cost up to million’s of pounds which may leave us with nothing left.It may also leave many civilians severely injured or may be left with life threatening wounds or may even be dead, that will leave the hospitals left with a large amount of people waiting who may even be going through their last minutes of life.

If London had contributed with World War 3 the effects we will suffer from would be utterly catastrophic leading to death destruction and the complete obliteration of mankind as a whole because every body would flee to safety which may leave them to starve to death or may even cause cannibalism.

I woke up to screaming and shouting.The chaos, a result of the bullets from an AK-47, made me snap into consciousness. I stumbled out of bed unaware of what may lie ahead of me, I quickly tried to put on my clothes but was interrupted by my father who muttered, ” QUICKLY WALEED WE NEED TO GO NOW.” It was a side I had never witnessed of my father there for I new this was something bad. As my father slammed the door in a panic, I continued to put on my clothes. I then rushed towards the door, not long ago shut by my father with fear and anger, panic now rushing  through my own blood stream.

Creeping stealthily down the creaking steps, I hid in the shadows listening to the choir of voices travelling through the slither of a crack in the living room door. I felt the icy breeze from the harsh winter outside force the hairs on my body freeze like glistening icicles. Slipping on my shoes and my thick padded coat, I walked towards the back door silently praying that I wouldn’t be heard. Slowly, I gripped the brass door handle still thinking if it would be wise to find out what would be waiting to greet me on the other side of the door. Swallowing my fears, I turned the handle and inch by inch. Never in my worst nightmare could I have imagined the devastation of my surroundings.

As soon as the door opened, a fragile, old lady attempted to run for her life. She was swiftly manhandled and put straight to a never ending sleep. Her lifeless body was thrown into the back of a black van like a piece of raggedy rubbish. I shut the door paralyzed with fear,because the force I had used to shut the door not long after was accompanied with my parents wondering why i had gone venturing with all of this chaos going on outside.They had look at me with disappointment which evolved into anger.I then stomped my way up into my room to then see my sister crying I muttered “why are you crying”? she then answered back “I don’t want to die waleed” my mother interrupted “nobody is going to die” we all hugged and it was a moment of strengthening bonds and regrouping.