Weatherfield wakes up to a nightmare that won’t end.

Sirens fade, smoke clears, but the silence is heavier than the wreckage.

Lives shattered, futures erased, and love stories turned to tombstones.

The town isn’t mourning — it’s mutating.

For those who survived, peace is impossible. The guilt is the oxygen they breathe now. Shona can’t sleep. David can’t speak. And somewhere in the distance, the ghosts of that night whisper what could’ve been.

But secrets breed fast. This wasn’t just an accident — it became a moral implosion that split the community in two. What began with broken glass now spreads through every home, every marriage, every friendship, leaving cracks no apology can seal.

Still, amid the ashes, some refuse to crumble. They’re rising — not to heal, but to hunt the truth, no matter how it destroys them. Because forgiveness died with the crash.

This isn’t just aftermath — it’s war. And Weatherfield will never be the same again.