London Tube 2033 is a dystopian novel inspired by Dmitry Glukhovsky’s Metro 2033, reimagined deep within the militarized ruins of the London Underground. The manuscript is now complete: 32 chapters, over 225,000 words, and currently under review by multiple UK literary agents. The first four chapters are fully edited and final, reflecting the tone, structure, and narrative direction of the entire book. No further changes are planned unless required by a publisher. Chapter 1-4, available for download, is the final version. For updates, contact, or press inquiries: 🌐 www.londontube2033.co.uk 📩 info@londontube2033.co.uk Thank you for reading.
In a world where civilisation has collapsed and London survives underground, a scout named Harvey Hunter is about to uncover secrets that could destroy what’s left of it.
London Tube 2033 is a 32-chapter, 225,000-word post-apocalyptic novel set in the labyrinthine remains of the London Underground. Two decades after the collapse, Harvey is haunted by the memory of his family, lost in the chaos of a Tube station overrun by panic. But when two messengers vanish, his search for answers ignites a journey through fear, betrayal, and the rise of a violent underground force known as the Iron Legion.
From ruined bars and black-market zones to the military shadows of King’s Cross St. Pancras, Harvey must navigate deformed monsters, corrupt leaders, and old allies long presumed dead. He’s not just chasing the truth, he’s trying to find Fiona Blackwell, a woman shaped by trauma and resistance, whose presence might change everything.
This novel is more than a survival tale, it’s a deep dive into guilt, fractured loyalties, and the question that lingers in every tunnel: What would you do to protect what’s left of your world?
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In a future London reshaped by catastrophe, a teenage boy named HarveyHunter prepares for a seemingly ordinary morning with his father and brother in the underground station. His younger brother Alex is restless, full of nervous questions and imaginary adventures. Their father is distant but calm, while their mother keeps a fragile warmth around them. The setting is claustrophobic but stable, a society in decay, not yet in collapse.
As the family boards a decommissioned Tube train, Harvey reflects on the rituals of safety that have become routine. But when a siren sounds, one never meant to be heard in their lifetime, order dissolves into chaos. The station erupts with panic. People scream. Families separate. Harvey loses sight of his father and brother. The scream of the siren merges with that of the crowd, and Harvey, stunned and disoriented, is swept into the unknown.
The narrative jumps twenty years forward.
Now an adult, Harvey lives in North Greenwich, a subterranean enclave ruled with quiet control by a man named Adam Stewart. The community survives on mushrooms grown in waste, pigs kept in tunnel-side pens, and power scavenged from solar panels above the ruins. Society is functional, but cold, militarized, and brittle.
Harvey has become part of this order, but he remains deeply marked by what he lost. As the chapter closes, he is summoned by Stewart through an unusual chain of command. Something is changing, perhaps again. Harvey prepares to face it, but his mind lingers on a single, fading hope: that some fragment of the past, his family, his brother, might still be within reach.
In the depths of North Greenwich station, Harvey meets with station manager Adam Stewart after hours. The atmosphere is tense and subdued. The station appears still, yet Harvey senses something beneath the silence, something watching. The meeting begins with quiet ritual, but Stewart quickly moves to the real reason for calling him: two couriers, Adrian and Mason, sent with an important diplomatic message, have not returned.
Stewart explains the stakes, this wasn’t just a personal mission, but a vote that could shift the fragile balance of power among London’s surviving underground stations. The vote was intended for a summit at Green Park, meant to establish a formal alliance, economic coordination, and shared governance. Without their vote, the entire proposal risks collapse. And more than that, Stewart suspects the vote may have been intercepted.
As Stewart and Harvey speak, layers of the political tension unfold: Salim al-Kadir, the de facto ruler of the west of the London Tube, has built a covert power structure that threatens to splinter the Tube into rival factions. Stewart fears Salim is preparing for secession, not cooperation. Worse, his regime operates through coercion, systematic extortion, armed control, and the silent dismantling of shared systems.
Meanwhile, Harvey is haunted by signs that something more dangerous may be rising from above. As scouts and smugglers have carved new paths into forbidden strata, there’s a risk that the deforms, warped, silent predators from the surface, might use these routes to descend. Stewart doesn’t speak it aloud, but Harvey knows: if those paths open too wide, it won’t be politics that ends the Tube, but something much older, much darker.
The chapter shifts to Adrian, who regains consciousness, bound and hooded, inside a silent rail vehicle. Two anonymous captors, one mocking, one wordless, escort him deeper into the tunnels. Adrian is disoriented, gripped by rage and confusion, with fragments of memory and mission slipping through his mind. As he struggles, he realizes the message he was carrying is likely gone, Mason’s fate unknown, and that he may be close to something irretrievable.
The chapter closes on a knife-edge: two threads, Harvey’s call to action, Adrian’s silent descent, unfold in parallel. Both are bound by silence, and the growing certainty that whatever is coming, it won’t be stopped by votes or treaties. The Tube is no longer stable. And the silence is no longer empty.
Harvey, a scout from North Greenwich, prepares for a solitary mission to deliver a sealed document to Green Park. The chapter opens with a quiet moment of ritual as he packs his bag, placing his old Bible last, not out of superstition, but as a mental anchor. The rifle over his shoulder, the sleeping bag secured beneath his rucksack, every item he carries feels weighted with memory and moral tension. Though fully equipped, Harvey senses that what lies ahead requires more than provisions. It demands something internal, identity, conviction, the strength to move forward despite uncertainty.
As he walks through the dimly lit corridors of North Greenwich station, Harvey passes sleeping tents, makeshift shelters, and signs of a crumbling society that has adapted to life underground. The Tube is no longer a transport system but a living organism of ruins and survival. The air is thick with mould and old smoke, the silence unsettling. He recalls the moment twenty years earlier when he descended into the underground with his father and brother, fleeing catastrophe. That descent marked a rupture, a new reality from which he never returned.
Now, the familiar tunnels feel alien. Once memorized routes are distorted by decay, colonized by new structures, tarp dwellings, rusted beds, burned-out machinery. As Harvey approaches a fire near the entrance to the westbound tunnel, he finds four customs officers gathered in silence: Mark Redford, a grizzled ex-inspector; Yusuf Baran, a disciplined Kurdish convert; Stanislaw Kowalski, a Catholic from Kraków; and Kwame Okoye, a scarred man of Nigerian descent who no longer believes in God. They are guardians of an unseen border, each scarred by years of watching, surviving, remembering.
Through hushed conversation around the fire and over bitter mushroom tea, they share troubling news. A trader claimed to have escaped from chaos at Canada Water just hours earlier, gunshots, crowds fleeing in panic, strange silences. No one knows if the man was honest or drunk, planted or delusional. But the details he gave people disappearing, sealed checkpoints, breakaway colonies in the west, match other stories whispered in the shadows of the Tube.
As the tea passes, a picture forms: something is happening beyond the known map. Western stations like Bond Street, Paddington, Edgware are changing. Not just politically, but structurally, psychologically. Rumors suggest a splintered faction is asserting control: extorting traders, isolating communities, enforcing a rigid system that rejects dialogue. The silence from the west isn’t accidental, it’s systemic. These stations no longer send messengers or receive supplies. They are becoming something else. A parallel regime.
Harvey listens but does not yet commit. His primary mission is clear: deliver the document. Yet his thoughts are consumed by the absence of his friends, Adrian and Mason, who failed to return from a scouting mission. No sign, no message, no trace. Though logic tells him they wouldn’t have reached Canada Water, the proximity of the chaos, the possibility of deception, weighs on him. Doubt creeps in. Should he trust the story? Should he abandon the mission?
Mark questions his destination, suspecting Harvey isn’t just “checking a nearby station.” Harvey offers a half-truth: a short detour, then sleep. But the rifle at his side, the deliberate tension in his movements, and the silence from the men suggest they all know more is at stake.
The chapter ends with Harvey stepping into the dark tunnel, his headlamp cutting a thin wound through the blackness. Around him, the dead flesh of the Tube absorbs every sound. The sealed document rests against his chest. Every step feels like a test. Not just of duty, but of loyalty, of truth, of whether the world he knows is about to break beyond repair. His friends may be lost. The factions may be shifting. But his decision is made. And now, the consequences begin.
In Chapter 4 of London Tube 2033, titled “We Have Returned”, we follow Harvey as he reenters a long-familiar tunnel — a route he knows with the precision of someone who has memorised every inch through repetition, discipline, and blood. This is not just a mission. It is a return to origins, to the very ritual of survival etched into the bones of London’s buried arteries.
The chapter begins with Harvey alone, moving through a gallery where the air is dense, saturated with silence and mineral decay. Darkness does not frighten him anymore; it has become a companion, intimate and constant. As he walks, memories surface: his training as a young recruit, the brutality of early missions, the camaraderie reduced by attrition, and the law instilled by his instructors — “Don’t shoot if you want to stay alive.” It was not advice. It was doctrine.
What follows is a vivid recollection of his final training exercise — a harrowing joint mission through the unstable tunnel between North Greenwich and Canary Wharf. He and one other recruit survived where five others did not. Together, they ventured into the unknown, driven not by hope but necessity. The city above, still frozen and desolate after years of devastation, reveals itself not as a ruin, but as a thing transformed — unfamiliar, silent, stripped of memory.
When they emerge into the remnants of the surface near West India Quay, it’s not a reconnaissance but a crucible. The environment is savage: ice-laden wind, snow thick with ash and debris, biting through armour and filters. Harvey and his partner are no longer scouts. They are witnesses to a dead civilisation and agents of what must come after. Their journey is not only about traversing physical terrain but crossing into psychological darkness, where each step demands more than just endurance — it demands acceptance of isolation, loss, and purpose without promise.
By the chapter’s end, Harvey is alone with his companion, navigating a city that no longer recognises them, with no certainty of return. The enemy is no longer visible. The real threat is the silence, the cold, and the city itself — watching, waiting, without face or mercy.
In Chapter 5 of London Tube 2033, Harvey returns to North Greenwich Station, the place he calls home, but nothing feels safe anymore. The echo of recent disappearances weighs heavily in the air, and tensions between survivors tighten. As Harvey reports back from his mission, he begins to sense that someone is watching him. Shadows move behind the barricades, and trust begins to unravel.
He is called into a tense meeting with the station’s manager. Old alliances begin to strain, and Harvey finds himself at the center of something he doesn’t fully understand, something much darker than just missing messengers.
Memories of his past, long buried beneath rules and silence, begin to resurface. In the flicker of candlelight and the cold steel of the tunnels, Harvey is forced to ask himself: is he still just a scout… or has he already become a threat?
This chapter deepens the mystery, revealing a station on the brink, and a man starting to doubt the ground beneath his feet.
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London did not perish in the flames of war, it was simply pushed inward. In 2013, when nuclear clouds engulfed the capital, the few who didn’t burn in the first moments learned to breathe the darkness. The Tube tunnels became the gut of a new world, where each station grew into a separate organ, with its own laws, its own currency, and its own blade.
Twenty years later, beneath the dead city, the network of stations has become a precarious conglomerate of communities surviving on recycled oxygen and mutual suspicion. North Greenwich, one of the oldest underground colonies, maintains a fragile balance under the clear-headed leadership of Adam Stewart, but tensions are rising. Trade is shrinking, alliances are cracking, and the shadows of the Iron Legion, the new army of Salim al-Kadir, stretch ominously eastward.
Harvey Hunter, a seasoned scout and the station’s adopted son, carries within him an old fracture: the loss of his father and younger brother in the first hours of the cataclysm. Rescued by Stewart, he became one of the few capable of moving safely through the tunnels. When two couriers vanish en route to Canary Wharf, Harvey is recalled from the false peace of his routine.
Behind the disappearance lies more than mere delay: Stewart entrusts him with a direct mission, to reach Green Park and deliver a sealed message personally to the President of the Tube. But above, on the surface, in a London ravaged by radiation, deformities, and hostile silences, Harvey discovers the mission has already unraveled: the plan has changed. Alliances have collapsed. Power has shifted.
Back in the station, Stewart offers him a different path, a reconnaissance mission that will force him through stations buried in silence, in hunger, in lies, and in promises of total control. The journey, a full circle, will lead him once more to Green Park, but this time with a much heavier burden: not a vote, but a verdict.
There, Harvey receives what appears to be his final mission. An order that sends him beyond the tunnels, through the ruins of Buckingham Palace, into a capital that is dead yet still full of eyes, and then beyond fear, beyond personal purpose, towards a final objective no one dares speak aloud.
Caught between loyalty to Stewart, the silences that no one dares break, and the threat of a definitive rupture in the underground network, Harvey must decide what remains of a man when nothing around him belongs to humanity anymore.
Because in the Tube, death doesn’t always come from above, sometimes, it rises from within.
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