The deeper Harvey moved through the network, the more he realised that fear was changing shape. It was no longer the fear of deforms, hunger, or the frozen world above. It was the fear of silence.
A traveller had arrived from Kentish Town carrying nothing except exhaustion and a warning nobody wanted to hear. People had begun disappearing. Women, children, the elderly. Not during patrols, not during attacks. They simply vanished.
The station sent scouts.
None returned.
Then they sent soldiers.
They disappeared too.
Soon, doors stayed locked through the night. Families slept with weapons beside them. Nobody trusted the tunnels anymore.
Harvey listened without interrupting while the cold air moved through the corridor around them. Somewhere beyond the concrete walls and the dim lights of the station, something was changing beneath London.
The surface had already died years ago.
But the darkness below was still growing.
And maybe, somewhere in that endless labyrinth of abandoned platforms and forgotten lines, the Tube had started keeping its own secrets.
Inspired by Chapter 7 of The London Tube, a growing post apocalyptic universe beneath London.
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