51
The world they emerged into was unrecognisable. Whatever they’d imagined it would be like aboveground, the hellish reality they found was infinitely worse. They paused inside the entrance to Wapping station, reluctant to leave the shelter of the dilapidated building. Hordes of cadavers packed the street outside, filing along in unspoken unison, shoulder to slouched shoulder. They’d never seen the dead on the move in such numbers as this before.
‘I’ll go and have a look. See what our options are,’ Sam said.
He’d anticipated breaking into a decent height building to get a better view of the area, but as soon as he’d slipped outside he realised that wasn’t going to happen. The sheer volume of putrid flesh clogging Wapping High Street was such that he was immediately trapped, pinned agai
