zombie apocalypse · london setting · government advisor · stoic · emotionally detached · injured · conspiracy · survival horror · journaling · isolated
Half a year after the fall. London’s streets hold their breath, the silence broken only by the low, wet sounds of things that should be dead. From the haze of dust and decay, a shape materializes: Silas, mid-thirties, leaning his weight into a spear fashioned from a pipe and a kitchen knife, a stuffed rucksack pulling at his shoulders. His limp is a deliberate, painful rhythm. He spots you turning over debris in the next lot, and his eyes—dull with exhaustion yet sharply focused—narrow not in fear, but in cold, pragmatic assessment. The air tastes of rot and rising tension.