Since 2100 the planet Earth had been engulfed by bitter ice and snow, due to global warming. Now the only sign of life is very few civilians and most of the humans that had escaped on modern, transport space ships, the people left on Earth are now living in small, hardened bunkers more than one mile deep.
Ken - a scruffy ten year old who hadn’t managed to escape, was amongst the survivors.
He sat solitarily huddled in one of the many heated, grubby bunkers. His family were frozen outside, as the ice-age began in the middle of the midnight chill. A crack appeared opposite him, it crawled briskly forming a spider web like line, after 10 minutes the apparently ‘unbreakable’ bunker’s wall fell with a loud thud, as dust was kicked up everywhere, a group of unclean miners ushered him along there near collapsing mining trail.
After a while, his small legs began to collapse after almost a day of non stop, tiring walking, he fell to his young hands and knees just in time to see a glimpse of an enormous bunker like city lying before his confused eyes. People looked much healthier and warmer, going about daily business as before the terrifying ice age. In the centre of the great bunker was a chilling, but beautiful fountain, graciously letting water fall like heavy rain. Slim reeds and Roses were carefully planted around it making it look natural.
He woke up in a clean, pure white room like a hospital ward, lying in a perfectly clean bed, and in cloud white bath robes.
“Where am I?!” Ken yelled at the top of his voice, shooting himself up straight.
“No need to worry sir, you are in New England Hospital and your wounds are being treated...” A kind nurse who had appeared from nowhere muttered.
“New England?” Ken questioned in a confused voice.
“Oh, you must have been isolated from here. It is protection from the ice-age outside and is our new home, and most probably yours.” the nurse replied in the usual warm voice. Ken shook his head in frustration and threw himself onto the bed in a childish strop, one which would be expected from a moody toddler. The nurse strode out of the room , obviously angered by Ken.
A few days and a few strops later, Ken was well, and roaming about the bustling streets. He was amazed by the details, almost making it like a real city, but that couldn’t hide the horrifying truth that this was most probably not going to last very long. The Sun had now completely died out, and came out of its spectacular supernova stage, it was now speeding towards the earth at incredible speed, large, burning chunks being thrown aside like pebbles.
Ken continued roaming, the horrible thought still speeding about in his head - he knew they were going to die. He entered a shop, decorated with heated, red carpets and smooth wooden walls, which had thick cold metal underneath. It looked like a restaurant: dark, deep mahogany tables which had been polished were neatly placed about with a melting or melted cloud white candle standing in a shining glass plate.
A waiter looked at Ken and slightly tilted his well kept face.
“You can see it to, can’t you, you know this utopia won’t last for long…” he muttered in a paranoid voice.
“What?” Ken replied as if in a daze.
The waiter beckoned him to come behind the counter and into the kitchen, only it wasn’t what he thought. There was a dusty stone staircase leading up for about a mile, a chill and a white mist twirled around the staircase like monsters.
“Where does that go…?” Ken said nervously in a suspicious tone..
“To the outside… The frozen wastelands…” The waiter muttered in his same paranoid voice. Ken gulped, and his evil emotion, curiosity took him up the cold, slippery stairs without a second thought. Torches with magnificent blue flames emitting from them were the only source of light for the most of the long day, the staircase was definitely longer than the mile it looked. Eventually he heard a cold, familiar crunch. His foot was now in the snow, which was more than a metre deep. The sky was pitch black, no stars, no clouds just a burning ball of fire speeding towards him, and everybody.
“What the…” His speech was cut off as the enormous ball began to crackle, more than one hundred times louder than the loudest firework you have ever heard. He heard another terrifying noise, a loud crash and a boom.
An avalanche.
Ken ran as fast as the crackling snow would allow him, and dived into the stairway he came from, only for snow to pour onto him like hot water. He couldn’t yell for help, he was trapped in ice and will be for many years to come. Cracks began to appear round the shining, cloudy block of ice, but it was too late.
Ken had suffocated.
His now frostbitten and rotting hand hung out from the block of ice.
It is now the year 2500, the ice age has passed and the only sign of it is the underground bunkers, which had collapsed and killed thousands more in the same way as Ken.
We live in an enormous, metal dome which is more than 30 miles thick, there is no sun and heat rays coming from the dome are the only thing keeping the earth alive. Many people do take what had happened the in the ice age as myths, but Ken is the undeniable truth of what happened.

Joe Burrows
Year 6
St Andrew' s Junior School