Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 881 Story The Hunger Calls
881: Story 881: The Hunger Calls
881: Story 881: The Hunger Calls
The night was thick with the scent of decay.
Every breath tasted like rust and rot.
Evelyn gripped her knife tighter, her pulse hammering in her ears.
They weren’t alone.
Somewhere in the shadows, it watched.
And it was waiting.
The Shape in the Dark
Lucas scanned the ruins with his rifle, his finger twitching on the trigger.
Nothing moved.
No sound.
Just that feeling.
That primal, gut-wrenching awareness of being hunted.
Then—a low growl.
From the rooftops above.
Mia looked up just in time to see a monstrous shape leap down.
It landed on all fours, its claws tearing into the concrete.
The ground trembled.
Its skin was raw and glistening, stretched over unnatural muscle.
Its head—a twisted abomination.
No eyes.
Just a wide, grinning maw lined with jagged teeth.
And its tongue—long, writhing, alive.
Leon’s breath caught.
“That’s not a Watcher.”
Evelyn swallowed.
“No… it’s something worse.”
A Predator Unleashed
Before they could react, the creature moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
Lucas fired—the bullet hit—but it barely slowed down.
The thing lunged at Reaper, slamming him into a wrecked car with bone-breaking force.
He coughed blood.
Samantha screamed.
“Reaper!”
The monster turned, its tongue flicking out—razor-sharp.
Mia barely dodged as it sliced through a metal beam like paper.
Evelyn didn’t hesitate.
She sprinted forward, driving her knife deep into its side.
For a moment—silence.
Then, it laughed.
A deep, guttural, inhuman sound.
Evelyn yanked the knife free.
Black fluid oozed from the wound… but the creature didn’t fall.
Instead, it spoke.
“More.”
Its voice was a gurgling whisper, vibrating with unnatural hunger.
Then it lunged again.
Survival at a Cost
Leon grabbed a pipe and swung hard.
The impact barely phased it.
Lucas took another shot—this time at its jaw.
The creature recoiled, hissing, but it wasn’t retreating.
It was learning.
Reaper groaned, pushing himself up, blood dripping from his forehead.
He reached for his blade. freewёbnoνel.com
“We need to go.
Now.”
The group started retreating, but the creature didn’t chase them.
It stood there, tilting its head.
Watching.
Grinning.
It wasn’t hunting them.
It was herding them.
Leon whispered, voice shaking.
“Why isn’t it finishing us off?”
Evelyn’s stomach twisted.
Because it didn’t need to.
They were already trapped.
Somewhere in the distance, more growls echoed.
More of them were coming.
And this time, there was no escape.
