It came with a cough. A fever. A stumble in the street that everyone ignored because they were too busy with their phones, their jobs, their ordinary lives.
By the time anyone realized the dead weren't staying dead, Mumbai was already burning.
Arjun Mehra never imagined himself as a survivor. He was a finance guy—spreadsheets, meetings, traffic complaints. The most dangerous thing he'd ever done was jaywalk near Linking Road.
But when his elderly neighbor tries to eat him through his apartment door, Arjun realizes the rules have changed. The city he loves has become a hunting ground. The people he knew are now predators. And the only thing standing between his wife and death is a cricket bat and a kitchen knife.
The journey begins with escape.
From the narrow stairwells of their Bandra apartment building to the gridlocked highways of the Western Express, Arjun and Priya fight their way toward the promise of safety—a farmhouse in the distant hills, off-grid and isolated.
But the road is long. And the apocalypse has no mercy.
They will face:
Hordes of infected that run faster than any human should
Military blockades that shoot first and ask questions never
Raider gangs that have already abandoned their humanity
Impossible choices that will test the limits of love and loyalty
And they will learn the hardest truth of all:
In the end times, the real monsters aren't always the dead.