Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 875 Story The Stalker
875: Story 875: The Stalker
875: Story 875: The Stalker
The city ruins were silent—too silent.
Leon tightened his grip on his rifle as the team moved through the skeletal remains of a collapsed office building.
The last encounter with the evolving Apex Spawn had left them shaken.
If these creatures were adapting, how long before they became unstoppable?
A soft clicking sound echoed through the darkened corridor.
Reaper froze.
“Did you hear that?”
The team halted, scanning the shadows.
Something was here.
Mia raised her flashlight, her pulse hammering in her ears.
The beam flickered over deep claw marks etched into the walls.
Then came the breathing.
Slow.
Deep.
Wet.
From above.
Evelyn’s stomach twisted.
“Look up.”
A monstrous shape clung to the ceiling, its elongated limbs coiled like a predator preparing to strike.
Its skin was stretched taut over corded muscles, its exposed brain pulsating with eerie, unnatural intelligence.
Its jaw unhinged, revealing rows of serrated teeth.
Then, in an instant—it moved.
The Stalker dropped.
Lucas barely had time to shove Evelyn aside before it crashed down, claws slicing through the air where she had stood.
Reaper opened fire—but the creature was too fast.
It blurred past them, its long tongue snapping like a whip.
The beast slammed into Leon, knocking him into a rusted filing cabinet.
His rifle clattered to the floor as the Stalker’s claws pinned him.
Leon gasped, staring into its milky, pupil-less eyes.
The creature tilted its head, as if studying him.
Then, it leaned in close—breathing him in.
Mia screamed and fired. free𝑤ebnovel.com
The bullets ripped into the creature’s back.
The Stalker shrieked, its voice a warped, guttural symphony of rage.
It vaulted off Leon, flipping onto the nearest wall and scurrying into the shadows.
Silence.
Leon coughed, pressing a hand to his chest.
“What the hell was that?”
Evelyn’s face was pale.
“It’s learning.”
Reaper reloaded his shotgun.
“Not for long.”
The Stalker wasn’t running.
It was hunting.
From the darkness, the clicking started again.
The team backed up into a defensive formation.
Then—a second set of clicks.
Lucas swallowed hard.
“There’s…more than one.”
From the shadows, two more Stalkers emerged.
Samantha gritted her teeth.
“We’re trapped.”
Leon grabbed his rifle, forcing himself to stand.
“Then we make a way out.”
The creatures tensed, their long, spiked fingers scraping against the walls.
Then, they attacked.
