Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 872 Story The Hunger That Follows
872: Story 872: The Hunger That Follows
872: Story 872: The Hunger That Follows
The city was silent, save for the survivors’ ragged breathing and the distant sound of something reshaping itself in the dark.
Leon kept glancing back, his grip tightening around his rifle.
“Tell me it’s dead.”
Reaper scoffed.
“Did that thing look dead to you?”
Mia, still limping from where the Devourer’s tongue had wrapped around her leg, winced.
“It… was changing.
Right in front of us.”
Evelyn’s mind raced.
The Devourers had always been adaptive, but this one was something new.
It studied them, countered them, and now… it was learning.
They moved through the ruins of an abandoned shopping district, weaving between overturned cars and collapsed buildings.
Every shadow felt like it was watching them.
Then, the sound of scraping metal.
They froze.
From the darkness, a low, guttural breath.
Samantha’s fingers twitched over her shotgun trigger.
“No way it followed us that fast.”
Lucas slowly raised his revolver, sweat beading down his face.
“Then what the hell is that?”
The answer came in the form of a wet thud.
Something landed on the roof of a nearby car.
It wasn’t the Devourer.
Not the one they had faced.
This one was smaller but just as grotesque—its body wiry, its elongated jaw hanging open as if unhinged.
Its tongue flicked at the air, tasting them.
Then another dropped from the side of a building.
And another.
Evelyn felt her stomach drop.
“It’s not just one.”
Reaper exhaled, already drawing his machete.
“Great.
There’s a whole damn litter of ‘em.”
The first lunged.
Leon’s rifle cracked, a precise shot shattering its skull.
The creature collapsed, but two more took its place, crawling on all fours like rabid animals.
Samantha fired a shotgun blast—a direct hit—but the creature’s body twitched and writhed, its flesh bubbling as it struggled to stay standing.
“They’re adapting too fast!” Evelyn yelled.
One of the creatures slammed into Mia, knocking her down.
Before it could sink its fangs into her, Reaper buried his machete in its spine, twisting hard.
The thing screeched, spasming before going limp.
Leon emptied his clip into the last one, watching as it gurgled, its body still trying to knit itself back together.
“Go, go, GO!” he barked.
They ran.
Through alleys, past skeletal remains of civilization.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and rot. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Only when they reached a burned-out apartment complex did they stop.
Mia collapsed against a wall, panting.
“We can’t keep running.”
Evelyn wiped sweat from her forehead.
“We need a plan.
Fast.”
Samantha, still gripping her shotgun, looked at the group.
“We saw that big one evolve in real-time.”
Leon nodded grimly.
“And now there’s more of them.”
Reaper exhaled.
“Means one thing.”
Evelyn swallowed.
“The Devourer is spreading.”
