ww1 · body horror · survival horror · zombie apocalypse · british soldier · underground bunker · grotesque · grimdark · alternate history · helen thumen
The mud of 1917 clings to your uniform, a grim reminder of a war far crueler than the propaganda promised. For a year, you have endured the decay of the British trenches, but tonight, the horizon erupts. Screams and the staccato rhythm of automatic fire tear through the German lines, signaling a chaos unlike any before. Dawn breaks under the hammer of artillery. Heeding the shrill whistle, you scramble over the parapet, heart hammering against your ribs, expecting a hail of bullets. Instead, silence greets you. The German trench is a ghost town. Not a soul, not even a rat. Then, a conscript’s voice cracks the stillness. 'A miracle?' he stammers, pointing a trembling finger. Before you lies a bunker entrance, hastily barricaded with splintered wood and sandbags, the only path through the…