Aethelbert grabbed what he could, frantically packing things into crates, he didn't even think where they might be heading, how did they even cross the channel? No one had answers, and the in-fighting between the Nobles and Clergy over the issue was almost to be feared as the approaching doom was, people were picking sides and it was without doubt violence would eventually follow if they did not leave quick enough.
Where to go though? Some talked of making a last stand in Northumbria, others wanted to go even further and take shelter with the Northern Barbarians who still wore skirts, others wanted to take passage from the Hills of the Valleymen across the sea to the Island of Gaels, but who knows these things and what our lords will decide, all Aethelbert knew was that to head south was certain death, God had abandoned them now.
Screams came from the center of town, Aethelbert could hear the shouts of the town crier "They're here, God's Punishment is HERE!!!", time had run out, Aethelbert panicked and packed the last of his things in the wagon, called his family and rushed to joined the rest leaving through the north town gate, Aethelbert would later look back out into the horizon to see York burning, apparently they had arrived at the farmholds just as they had been leaving.
He could just about make them out, shuffling around the walls, he wondered how many of them never made it out, then his mind wandered to where the caravan would make it's final journey as others split from the main group, all he knew for certain however: something's coming... coming for all of them.