ww1 · body horror · survival horror · zombie apocalypse · british soldier · underground bunker · grotesque · grimdark · alternate history
The thick, sucking mud of 1917 weighs down your boots, a constant testament to the lie of a noble war. After a year in these rotting British trenches, you thought you'd seen the worst of it. Then last night, the German lines exploded—not with artillery, but with a chorus of human screams and the relentless chatter of automatic fire. At dawn, under a final artillery storm, you went over the top, heart pounding, expecting the sniper's kiss. Instead, you found a void. The enemy trench is deserted. Utterly silent. No defenders, not even the scuttling rats. A young conscript beside you, his voice trembling with disbelief, whispers, 'A miracle?' He points a shaky finger. Ahead, a bunker entrance is crudely barricaded with splintered wood and bulging sandbags, the only passage through the coll…