Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 877 Story The Watcher in the Dark
877: Story 877: The Watcher in the Dark
877: Story 877: The Watcher in the Dark
The team moved fast, dodging debris as the crumbling building groaned under the weight of spreading fire.
Ash rained down like snow, and the acrid stench of burning flesh filled their lungs.
Leon led the way, his rifle scanning the ruined corridors ahead.
Every shadow seemed to pulse with unseen threats, and the distant echoes of inhuman growls sent chills down their spines.
“We can’t stay here,” Evelyn gasped, gripping her med kit.
“That fire’s spreading too fast.”
“Then we run,” Reaper said, blood still dripping from his split lip.
He hadn’t forgotten the way the Stalkers studied them before attacking.
They weren’t just hunting.
They were learning.
A deep, guttural growl rumbled from behind.
Samantha spun, shotgun raised. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
“We’re not alone.”
The fire’s glow cast long shadows, but one of them moved.
Something massive shifted in the darkness beyond the wreckage.
And then, it stepped forward.
The Watcher.
Taller than any Stalker they’d encountered, its elongated body was covered in pulsating muscle and shifting bone plates.
Its exposed brain pulsed, tendrils twitching like feelers, and its mouth was a nightmare of jagged teeth and writhing tongues.
It wasn’t hunting.
It was assessing.
“What the hell is that?” Lucas whispered, his hands tightening around his rifle.
The Watcher tilted its grotesque head, its many tongues flicking the air like a snake tasting their scent.
Then—it moved.
With inhuman speed, it darted forward, covering impossible distance in a blink.
Leon fired first.
His bullets ripped into its chest, but the wounds closed instantly, flesh knitting back together like liquid.
“Regeneration,” Evelyn realized.
“We need to take the whole thing down at once.”
The creature lunged at Reaper, claws slashing.
He barely dodged, rolling as its talons tore a steel beam in half like it was paper.
Mia pulled a flashbang from her vest.
“Cover your eyes!”
She tossed it, and the room exploded in blinding white light.
The Watcher shrieked, its sensitive brain-tendrils recoiling.
Lucas took the shot.
He fired a grenade round, aiming for the creature’s exposed skull.
Boom!
The explosion ripped through its upper body, sending chunks of burning flesh splattering against the walls.
Silence.
Smoke filled the room.
The team caught their breath.
“Did we kill it?” Samantha asked, shotgun still raised.
Evelyn stepped closer, staring at the mangled corpse.
The exposed brain twitched, the remaining tendrils still moving.
Then, in a whispering, inhuman voice, it spoke:
“We see you.”
Its flesh began to reform.
Leon’s stomach dropped.
It was still alive.
