Ladybird

Ladybird made her way through the undergrowth, not an easy task within the maze of dead grasses, rotten leaves and spiderwebs. But it was the safest route. Above the undergrowth were birds and wasps, starving in the cold spring air just waiting for the hibernating insects to make their way towards the daylight.

The only thing was, Ladybird was not an insect. She was human. One of the few that had survived the World Tilt.

They had known the World Tilt was coming but no-one could have known the incredible biological and molecular shift it would bring.

Perhaps it was for the best. Humans had done more than a disastrous job of caring for their world. So when the poles shifted they went from predator to prey, scaled down to a tiny size.

Not many had survived the physical change, only the young and strong, and many of those had been killed in the first few weeks just trying to navigate their way in a world where they no longer fitted.

But some had made it.

Ladybird had made it.