The desolation once they’d left the village felt never-ending. They’d been driving for hours, but it felt like days. The entire world appeared frozen, theirs the only signs of life. Occasionally they caught glimpses of the dead, but they were only glimpses, never anything more. Largely indistinguishable from their surroundings, the iced-up corpses juddered and shook when the vehicles passed, trying to turn to follow the noise, fighting a losing battle against the frost.
Other than its effect on the undead, the snow was another hinderance. The covering of unspoilt white disguised distances and camouflaged everything. Behind the wheel of the truck, Sanjay found it harder than expected to keep to the roads because they’d all but disappeared. He could no longer see the kerb and instead had to
