Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 385 Story : Whispers of the King
The cool night air hit Zara's face as she emerged from the collapsing facility, her boots crunching over the scorched earth. The distant roar of explosions faded into silence, but her mind buzzed with the haunting images of the experiments she'd left behind. She paused for a moment, her breaths ragged, and glanced at her wrist communicator. The faint signal confirmed she was far from the reach of the King's minions—for now.
The ground beneath her feet was uneven, scattered with rubble and remnants of the once-hidden laboratory. Zara scanned her surroundings. A dense forest loomed ahead, its dark canopy swaying ominously in the wind. It would provide cover, but also conceal dangers. Clenching her fists, she pressed forward, her senses on high alert.
Inside the forest, the silence was almost unnatural. Even the usual chirping of insects and rustling of small animals was absent. Zara's hand instinctively went to the hilt of her knife, the familiar weight a small comfort. The King's reach extended farther than she'd anticipated, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down.
As she moved deeper into the woods, she noticed strange carvings etched into the bark of the trees. Symbols, crude yet deliberate, glowed faintly under the moonlight. Zara crouched to examine one closely, her fingers brushing against the grooves. They weren't random markings—they were warnings.
"What are you hiding here, King?" she muttered, rising to her feet.
A faint rustling sound snapped her focus to the left. She drew her pistol, her eyes scanning the shadows. For a moment, she thought she saw movement—a flicker of something humanoid, but too quick to be certain. She steadied her breathing and stayed still, waiting for another sign. The forest seemed to hold its breath.
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Then, a voice broke the silence. Low and gravelly, it came from all around her, as though the trees themselves were speaking.
"You're too late, Zara Kincaid."
Her grip on the pistol tightened. "Show yourself." Discover more stories at novelbuddy
The voice chuckled, a hollow sound that sent chills down her spine. "You've destroyed a pawn, but the game continues. The King watches, and you're playing right into his hands."
Zara took a slow step forward, her eyes darting between the shadows. "If he's watching, tell him I'm coming for him next. And I don't miss."
The laughter grew louder, echoing unnaturally. From the darkness, a figure emerged—tall and draped in tattered robes, its face obscured by a metallic mask. Red eyes gleamed from beneath the hood, locking onto Zara with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
"You think you can challenge the King? Foolish girl," the figure hissed, raising a gnarled staff. "You'll be nothing more than a footnote in his reign."
Before Zara could respond, the staff emitted a blinding light. She shielded her eyes, but the figure was already gone when she lowered her arm. The symbols on the trees began to glow brighter, pulsating like a heartbeat. The forest felt alive—angry, even.
Zara took a step back, her instincts screaming danger. The King wasn't just sending his pawns anymore. He was sending a message.
And she was ready to answer.
