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At thirty eight years old, Harvey has spent more time surviving than truly living.

The London he once knew is gone, replaced by abandoned stations, flooded tunnels and impossible choices. Every scar he carries tells the story of someone he couldn’t save, every step forward is driven by the hope that there is still something worth fighting for beneath the ruins.

He isn’t searching for glory. He isn’t trying to become a hero.

He’s simply trying to remain human in a world that seems determined to take that away.

That quiet determination is what defines Harvey. Not his strength, not his height, not the weapon in his hands, but the refusal to surrender when everything around him has already fallen.

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Sometimes the greatest battles aren’t fought against monsters. They’re fought against the voice inside that tells you to stop. Harvey never listens.

People often ask me why I started writing The London Tube. The answer is actually quite simple.
Around 75% of the novel was written during the COVID lockdowns in 2020. Like many others, I suddenly found myself with more time than ever before, and I needed somewhere to escape. I found that escape in books and games, especially Metro 2033. I was fascinated by its atmosphere, the underground world, and the feeling that humanity could survive beneath the surface.
One day I thought, What if London had its own story?
Some people might say that I copied Dmitry Glukhovsky, but the truth is quite the opposite. Glukhovsky himself encouraged writers from different countries to create their own stories set in the Metro universe. That’s why novels were written in countries such as Poland, Italy and France, among others. My goal was never to imitate his work but to imagine how London, its Underground and its people would face the same impossible circumstances.
The most rewarding part of writing wasn’t simply putting words on a page. It was living inside the story. While writing, I wasn’t sitting at my desk anymore. I was there. I could see the tunnels, hear every distant sound, smell the damp air and walk beside the characters through the darkness.
Since 2020, I have rewritten, edited and refined the manuscript countless times. Life and a lack of free time slowed the process more than once, but I never gave up on it. Every revision brought the story closer to what I had imagined in my head all those years ago.
Today, the novel is being reviewed by a literary agent, and for the first time I genuinely feel that publication is within reach. After years of work, frustration, rewriting and persistence, the finish line finally seems close.
If everything goes to plan, I hope to hold the published book in my hands this September.
And honestly, I can’t wait for you to step into the tunnels with me.

The silence was unlike the silence of the Tube. There was no rhythmic drip of water, no rustling of rats, only a dense, crushing stillness that seemed to press down on everything still alive. He could barely see. Two figures stood over him while the rail vehicle moved slowly through the tunnel, its headlamp cutting into the darkness ahead and making the bricks shimmer faintly. The wheels made no sound at all. Nothing. Only the unsettling feeling that they were gliding through the tunnel rather than travelling.
He tried to move, but his body felt impossibly heavy. His head throbbed, his neck refused to respond, and the air smelled of rust, wet clothes and something else he could not name. He realised he was a prisoner, yet his mind could not piece together the last few hours. The nightmare was too quiet to be a dream and too real to deny.
Some places beneath London do not echo with footsteps. They remember them.
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Harvey stepped out into the frozen silence with only a map, a rifle and the weight of every life depending on his choices. The ruined streets beyond Hyde Park offered no certainty, only abandoned landmarks, drifting snow and the constant possibility that something was watching from the darkness.

Inside the shattered halls of Buckingham Palace, every room seemed to remember a different world. Torn portraits, collapsed ceilings and silent corridors led him deeper beneath the ruins, where reality itself began to fracture. Time slipped away, strange visions blurred the line between memory and hallucination, and even the sound of a familiar voice threatened to pull him away from his mission.

Yet the truth waiting at the end of that journey was greater than anything he had imagined. Hidden beneath decades of destruction lay a secret capable of deciding the fate of the Underground settlements. In a world where hope had almost vanished, Harvey was forced to make a choice that could save thousands, or erase everything that remained.

Sometimes survival is not about staying alive. Sometimes it is about making sure someone else still has a future worth living for.

Harvey had walked through enough tunnels to believe they all looked the same. Cold concrete, dripping walls, rusted cables, and silence thick enough to drown every memory. But this journey felt different.

The route ahead had changed at the last moment. The surface near Green Park had become overrun, forcing him towards Hyde Park Corner and into territory few people still dared to cross. Armed only with experience and instinct, he stepped forward while those behind him remained with a single hope, that someone would return.

Beyond the ruined streets of London, he reached Buckingham Palace, no longer a symbol of power but an empty monument swallowed by decay. Inside, shattered halls and abandoned corridors concealed a hidden descent beneath the building itself. What waited below was not another Underground station, but something older, stranger, and far more unsettling.

The walls seemed alive, coated with an unnatural substance that glistened in the beam of his torch. The air twisted his senses, blurred reality, and forced him to question every step. Time slipped away without explanation, while shadows lingered at the edge of sight, refusing to disappear.

Sometimes the greatest enemy is not the creature waiting in the dark, but the darkness that begins to reshape your own mind.

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Harvey stood over the network map without really seeing it. His eyes drifted instinctively towards the eastern sector, towards North Greenwich, the place he knew better than some of his own memories. Around him, the station carried on with its slow, weary rhythm, people repairing pipes, counting supplies and changing guard shifts as if routine alone could keep the underground world alive.

Tomorrow would be different.

It would not be another patrol or another escort through abandoned tunnels. It would be the mission, the point beyond which there could be no return. Cole Maddox, Marcus Trenholom and Alastair McDougall would each follow separate paths, but Harvey’s route would lead him towards something far more dangerous, a forgotten entrance beneath Buckingham Palace and rumours of a place no one truly understood.

For the first time in years, the thought of leaving weighed heavily on him. Not because of fear, but because of Fiona. He wanted one more evening where the war did not exist, one last chance to hear her voice and sit beside her in the rare silence that sometimes settled between disasters.

He knew that once morning arrived, promises would mean nothing.

Somewhere beyond the abandoned tunnels, hidden beneath the ruins of London, waited rockets that could decide the fate of everyone still alive. And somewhere beyond them, according to stories whispered through the Underground for years, something else was growing in the darkness.

Harvey had accepted the mission.

Now all that remained was to walk into the unknown. 

For a few rare hours beneath the ruins of London, the war feels distant.

Harvey Hunter and Fiona Blackwell arrive at a gathering deep within Green Park Station, a place where survivors have stubbornly rebuilt fragments of a lost world. Beneath faded chandeliers, surrounded by salvaged relics and the echoes of old songs, people drink, talk and pretend, if only briefly, that life has not been consumed by fear.

Old friends return. Familiar faces emerge from the shadows. Stories are shared, memories resurface and, for a moment, the endless struggle for survival loosens its grip.

Yet beneath the music and the warmth of the crowded room lies a growing unease. Rumours of the Iron Legion continue to spread through the Underground. Secrets remain hidden. Dangerous decisions wait just beyond the fragile illusion of peace.

For Harvey, this evening offers something far more valuable than safety: time. Time to breathe. Time to remember who he is. Time to be with Fiona before the next journey begins.

Because in the world of The London Tube, peace never lasts for long.

The tunnels are waiting.

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Harvey stood over the old map, listening as Adam Stewart pointed to the mark drawn across the ruins of Buckingham Palace.

That was where the secret tunnel began.

No one knew exactly where it led. The man who had found it had never returned alive. His last notes spoke of heavy air, failing light, voices in the dark, and something that seemed to be following him.

Some said the nest was there. Others believed everything had begun beneath the palace.

Harvey said nothing. Until then, the mission had been only a plan, a set of orders and assumptions. Now it had a place, an entrance, and a road that vanished into a part of the old world no one had mapped.

By morning, he would leave to find the missiles and destroy them.

But before that, there was Fiona. One last night of fragile quiet before the darkness opened again.

In the fragile safety of Green Park, Harvey Hunter is given something almost impossible in the Tube, one quiet night.

A warm room beneath the ruins. Music. Old faces. Fiona beside him. For a few hours, the war outside the station seems distant, almost unreal.

But peace never lasts underground.

By morning, Harvey is called into a council where the truth becomes impossible to ignore. The Iron Legion has weapons capable of destroying everything Green Park has built, and one of them may already be aimed at the heart of the Tube.

Now Harvey must accept a mission no one else can take, a journey through forgotten government tunnels beneath Buckingham Palace, towards a threat hidden in the dark.

The war can no longer be avoided.

From Chapter 18 of The London Tube.

After days of patrols, closed checkpoints, armed confrontations and endless miles of dark tunnels, Harvey Hunter finally reaches Green Park.

Yet what awaits him is not relief.

Hidden beneath London, Green Park has become something far greater than a refuge. Soldiers guard reinforced gates. Flamethrowers stand ready beside the tracks. Workshops operate without pause, producing equipment, filters and supplies for stations across the network. Every corridor is organised, every movement controlled.

For the first time in many days, Harvey finds himself at the centre of power.

And he dislikes it immediately.

He has not come as a hero. Nor as a survivor seeking shelter. He arrives carrying warnings, news of the Iron Legion, rumours of hidden missiles, and the growing threat spreading through the Underground. The journey that began in darkness has led him to the one man who may still be capable of holding the remaining stations together.

Adam Stewart.

An old ally. A leader burdened by impossible decisions. A man who has not been allowed the luxury of exhaustion for many years.

As Harvey steps into Stewart’s office, both men understand that the real battle is only beginning.

The tunnels behind them may have been survived.

The future ahead remains uncertain.

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