It was war time, James Simpson was walking along Manchester road. His parents had told him to go and sell his bike, he had out grown it years ago and it was worth a fair amount of money. He took a shortcut through the woods until, suddenly, BOOM! A bomb. He had seen hundreds, thousands even on the news since wold war III, but never seen one him self. He left the bike by a tree as he fled. He ran through the city this was dangerous because this was a much bigger target but at the time he didn’t care. As for the bike, it’s still there today.