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It must be radiation.

You'd be able to taste it

if it were contaminated.

Oh, I don't know.

We've no choice, have we,

unless we want to starve to death?

Oh.

- I'll take some wi' me.

- Where?

City.

There's nothing there.

North. Dales.

Doesn't really matter, does it?

It's all the same.

I'll try and skin it.

Keep me warm.

If we are to survive

these difficult early months

and establish a firm base

for the redevelopment of our country,

we must concentrate all our energies

on agricultural production.

Collecting

this diminished first harvest

is now literally a matter of life and death.

Chronic fuel shortages mean

that this could be one of the last times

tractors and combine harvesters

are used in Britain.

The first winter.

The stresses of hypothermia,

epidemic and radiation

fall heavily

on the very young and the old.

Their protective layers of flesh

are thinner.

In the first few winters, many of the

young and old disappear from Britain.

Halt. If you do not halt,

we will open fire.

Halt at once.

No!

Ruth.

Ruth.

Work. Work.

Work. Up.

Words...

and... pictures.

Words and pictures.

Skeletons and skulls

of different creatures.

We borrowed them from the museum.

Did you recognize

what some of those skeletons were?

There was the skeleton of...

a cat.

A cat's skeleton.

The skeleton of...

a chicken.

A chicken's skeleton.

The skeleton of... a bird.

A bird's skeleton.

Oi! What that be?

- Coney.

- Give us 'em. Give us 'em.

- Better, else us'll pry 'em.

- Best stand off, else tha'll get it.

Give us 'em.

Where you stopped at?

Come with us?

- Where?

- Come on. Us place.

Gaz and Spike.

Share the coney, then. Come on.

- Share the coney. Come on.

- Us place. Come on.

Come back here wi' that!

Hey, you! Come back!

Come back!

Come on, then.

Give us it. Come on.

Give us it. Come on.

Give us it. Give us it.

Give us it.

Halt. Halt!

What's wrong?

Have you been hurt?

- Baby. Coming.

- No time for babies here.

- Coming. Baby. Coming.

- No time for babies here.

You have to go home.

Use your common sense.

Coming! They're coming!

There you are.

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