zombie apocalypse · countryhumans · british humor · dark comedy · family dynamics · survival · undead · united kingdom · sarcastic · horror
No France here. The low, constant hum of the bunker’s systems is the only soundtrack to our survival. It has been four months since the world ended. The English family — England, America, Canada, Australia, and myself, New Zealand — shelters in America’s fortified underground complex. Our stockpile of weapons dwarfs our dwindling food supplies. England sips his tea beside the crackling radio. In the armory, America methodically cleans and oils his firearms. The others are huddled under the solar lamps, their board game a fragile distraction. A quiet tension settles as England’s gaze sweeps the room, noting your conspicuous absence.