Survival is not about fighting the dead. It is about surviving the dark.
When the world ends on a wet Tuesday, British Army radio operator "Fish" survives the initial zombie outbreak. But as rations run dry, the discipline of her squad collapses. Betrayed and hunted by the very men sworn to protect her, she flees into the pitch-black woods and seeks refuge in the cellar of an abandoned Victorian manor house.
She throws herself into a heavy oak larder, slamming the door shut to escape the infected mechanic hot on her heels.
Click.
The door locks automatically from the outside. There is no handle on the inside.
Trapped in a ten-by-ten stone room with no water and no way out, her only companions are a wall of vintage wine, sacks of rotting food, and the monster banging on the door. Documenting her terrifying descent in her olive-green military signal book, she must resort to unimaginable extremes to stay alive. From drinking vinegar to farming insects in her own waste, she will do whatever it takes to survive until rescue comes.
But when a military squad finally clears the house above, a grenade blast leaves a dead body blocking the only crack of fresh air.
Now, completely deafened, starving, and losing her mind, she must fight her most terrifying enemy yet. Her own fracturing sanity.
Told entirely through the gritty, visceral entries of a military logbook, The Larder is a brutal, claustrophobic twist on the zombie apocalypse that will leave you breathless until its devastating final page.
