50
‘We live in a world full of frigging zombies,’ Joanne grumbled, ‘but it’s still the dark that scares me more than anything.’
They’d quickly reached the point where neither the beginning nor the end of the tunnel under the Thames was visible. Cut adrift, down here they were detached from absolutely anything that could anchor them in time and space. It was disorientating. Frightening. They hadn’t been walking long, but it already felt endless.
Joanne had been right to be afraid.
The train tracks, already difficult to walk along, were frequently covered in rippling carpets of vermin. They regularly saw skeletons that had been stripped of meat, gnawed clean. The whiteness of bone was stark against the muck and murk of everything else.
‘It’s always what you can’t see that scares you mos
