Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 883 Story The Stalker in the Fog
883: Story 883: The Stalker in the Fog
883: Story 883: The Stalker in the Fog
The city lay in ruins, swallowed by the creeping fog that rolled in like a living thing.
Crumbling skyscrapers loomed like tombstones for the dead.
The air was thick with decay and something worse… a presence.
Evelyn’s heart pounded.
She knew they were being hunted.
Something massive was out there.
The Devourer’s latest mutation was watching them.
A Predator’s Game
Lucas wiped sweat from his brow.
“We’re too exposed.”
Reaper nodded.
“That thing’s playing with us.” His voice was raw from pain.
The gash in his side wasn’t clotting.
Leon glanced around the shattered boulevard.
No movement.
No sound.
Too quiet.
Then, a low clicking echoed through the fog.
The sound slithered up Evelyn’s spine.
It wasn’t alone.
Mia gritted her teeth, her broken arm still limp at her side.
“We have to move—now.”
Before anyone could react, the ground trembled.
It Moves in the Mist
A silhouette stirred in the fog.
Massive.
Crawling.
Its elongated limbs scraped against the pavement, claws carving into stone.
Its head turned slowly, sniffing the air.
And then…
It vanished into the mist.
Gone.
Evelyn’s breath caught.
It was hunting them.
Lucas motioned toward a wrecked apartment complex.
“Inside.
We need cover.”
They sprinted.
Seconds later—
CRASH!
The street behind them exploded as the beast landed, sending debris flying.
A monstrous, elongated tongue lashed out, missing Evelyn by inches.
She barely made it through the door before the creature’s claws raked against the walls.
Nowhere is Safe
Inside, the building was barely holding together.
Water dripped from shattered pipes.
The scent of rot was everywhere.
Leon shoved a desk against the door.
“That won’t hold it for long.”
From the fog outside, the creature clicked.
Evelyn’s mind raced.
This wasn’t just an ambush.
It was a test.
A new breed.
A stalker.
And it wasn’t trying to kill them—not yet.
It was learning.
The Final Move
A shadow flickered in the broken window.
Evelyn turned—too late.
The tongue smashed through, coiling around her leg.
Yanked her—hard.
She screamed.
Reaper lunged, swinging his machete, severing the appendage in a spray of black ichor.
The creature howled.
The fog churned.
It wasn’t over.
But for the first time…
It was bleeding.
Lucas pulled Evelyn up, his voice shaking.
“We need to go.
Now.”
The fog thickened.
The creature wasn’t retreating.
It was calling the others.
