_Kerry_Fisher_

Blake Fisher was hardly "Living The Dream". Jobless Soon to be homeless. He was glad he didn't have a dog, for its own safety. Now a red-light running vehicle at the crosswalk. And so he died. Now he's awake in a wrecked spaceship, surrounded by skeletons, guided by a sarcastically minimalist System whose top survival advice is "Don't Die." His new job? Fix the ship. Claim ownership. Try not to panic. Armed with nothing but a glowing repair ability, emergency rations that taste like disappointment, and a rapidly escalating sense of dread, Blake must patch together ancient machinery, manage his own exhaustion, and come to terms with the uncomfortable truth that he is wildly unqualified for literally everything happening to him. It's a sci-fi survival story about accidental heroes, broken technology, and learning that rock bottom can, in fact, be in space-with jokes, swearing, and just enough hope to keep Blake from screaming into the void. Because when the universe hands you a derelict starship... Apparently, you're the repairman now.

When the NHS flu jab accidentally reanimates the dead, civilisation doesn’t collapse so much as become *deeply inconvenient*. Oliver Finch — 27, unemployed, and aggressively average — wakes up to discover he’s been assigned a Class. **SPEARBEARER.** He doesn’t own a spear. He does, however, own a mop. As slow, politely shuffling zombies begin queuing outside Greggs, Ollie and four equally awkward strangers are nudged together by a mysteriously dramatic “System” that seems less interested in heroism and more concerned about retail stability. Armed with reinforced broom handles, overengineered barricades, and an alarming amount of duct tape, they must defend a small Devon retail park from relentless, mildly damp undead — and, worse, local council bureaucracy. The apocalypse has arrived. It’s organised. And it would like everyone to maintain proper spacing.