It’s a day late, but here’s another short story.

A few years ago I was at work and it was snowing. The isolation of an office with only a handful of people inside, nothing outdoors but white, my mind went back to a bunker I’d seen on a walk on the South Downs, and the isolation there.

I have written post apocalyptic stories, but this isn’t part of that series. Oddly, years apart, this is one of two stories with the line, “What if it’s zombies,” which probably shows where my mind is at. I have kept both, and hope they both work on their own merit.

I hope you enjoy, View From The Hill.