White Marsh

The world did not end in fire. It turned white. A creeping fog swallowed cities, hardened flesh, and left behind something worse than death. They call it the White. It spreads without mercy. It hunts without thought. It turns the living into brittle, bone-white things that still move. still listen. still hunger. And it cannot touch her. Sloane should be dead like the rest. Instead, she burns. In a world where breath is measured and survival depends on sealed masks and failing filters, her body runs hot.
Too hot. The White recoils from her. The infected are drawn to her. To some, she is a miracle. To others, a threat. As the last survivors are driven out of the ruins and into the open wastelands beyond the city, something else begins to close in. Not the White. Something worse. Behind the walls of London, a new order has risen. Controlled. Precise. Ruthless. They do not fear the fog. They weaponise it.
And now they want her. Hunted by the Brittle. Tracked by the living. Forced through collapsing roads, dead motorways, and silent fields where the air itself can kill, Sloane must decide what she is willing to become to survive. Because the truth is changing. The White is learning. And it knows her name. A relentless, atmospheric dystopian thriller filled with tension, survival, and a haunting new kind of horror.