UniteDead Kingdom
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Stuart Irving Irving. UniteDead Kingdom
Chapter 1: Market Volatility
Chapter 2: Exit Interview
Chapter 3: Back to School
Chapter 4: Slovenian Unrest
Chapter 5: A Gentleman’s Agreement
Chapter 6: Too Close to Home
Chapter 7: Closing Down Sale
Chapter 8: Domestic Violence
Chapter 9: Zones 1-6 Passed
Chapter 10: Just Meeting Some Friends Outside London
Chapter 11: Fancy Eating You Here
Chapter 12: The House That Zan Killed
Chapter 13: McMaster-Plan
Chapter 14: Zan & Joe Have an Intense Conversation About How It All Began Whilst a Crawling Zombie Reaches Joe Without Him Realising
Chapter 15: All Roads Lead North
Chapter 16: Mercy Kill
Chapter 17: A Troubled Bridge over Water
Chapter 18: Now I Am Destroyer of Death
Chapter 19: The Dust Settles in Dartford
Chapter 20: The Only Way Through Essex
Chapter 21: A Special Countryside Welcome
Chapter 22: Aftermath
Chapter 23: Escape from Old York
Chapter 24: Destruction Begets Creation
Chapter 25: Sudden Death in Stamford Bridge
Chapter 26: Half-Strength
Chapter 27: Taking the High Road
Chapter 28: Scotland Welcomes Killfull Drivers
Chapter 29: Countdown to Destiny
Chapter 30: Corridors of Power
Chapter 31: All Your Cure are Belong to Us
Chapter 32: The Huddle
Chapter 33: Journey’s End
Chapter 34: Let’s Go Shopping
Chapter 35: Jack in a Box
Chapter 36: Great Scott
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Just like a low priority romantic date, the end of the world took place on a Tuesday night.
Earlier, at a little after one thirty in the afternoon London time, New York’s financial markets had just opened for business. Zan sat in silence in his office in central London near Mansion House Underground Station. His lips were slightly parted and his eyes darted between each of his six massive semi-transparent screens. Shouting drifted through the slightly open doorway from the main trading floor but sounded muted and oddly melancholic to him; like a distant train heard late at night. He looked down at his hands as if they might hold an answer to his predicament. In fact, his left hand betrayed the extent of his anxiety; he had peeled off the skin around his thumb with his jittering index finger. The rest of his body felt semi-paralysed by the shock of what had happened and ultimately, what he’d done. The most unsettling thought of all struck him again; what happens now?
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red colour like freshly sprayed
[arterial blood]
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