Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 890 Story The Flood of Flesh
890: Story 890: The Flood of Flesh
890: Story 890: The Flood of Flesh
The first howl was deafening.
Then came the chorus.
A symphony of guttural screeches, clicks, and inhuman gurgling rose from the depths of the ruined city.
The Wraith’s death had signaled something far worse.
They were coming.
Leon reloaded his rifle, eyes darting between the rooftops.
“We need to move.
Now.”
Mia dragged Lucas to his feet, his body still weak from his connection to the Hollowborn.
“He’s barely holding on.”
Evelyn glanced toward the alleyways, where shadows shifted unnaturally.
“If we don’t leave, none of us will.”
Then, the first monstrosity appeared.
A New Horror Rises
It crawled out of the sewers—a mass of writhing muscle, pulsating veins, and jagged bone.
The Wretched Spawn.
Its mouth was a gaping hole of serrated fangs, its limbs unnaturally elongated, fingers tipped with needle-like claws.
It twitched and spasmed as if it was learning to control its own body.
Then, it screamed.
The sound was a ripple of pure agony, vibrating through the air like a wave of sickness.
More creatures began emerging from the ruins.
Some crawled.
Some slithered.
Some ran on all fours, their skulls split open to reveal pulsating brains.
The infection had evolved again.
The Escape
“Move!” Reaper roared, unloading a shotgun blast into the nearest creature.
It staggered back, but didn’t fall.
Instead, it split—flesh unraveling—creating two smaller versions of itself.
Evelyn’s stomach churned.
“They can divide—?”
“Then stop shooting them!” Mia yelled.
Leon grabbed a Molotov from his pack, lighting it with shaking fingers.
“Fire.
We need fire!”
He hurled it, and the bottle shattered against the Spawn’s chest, igniting its body.
The creature shrieked, writhing in agony as the flames devoured it.
But the others didn’t stop.
From above, something massive dropped onto a ruined car, crumpling metal beneath its weight.
A Titan Spawn.
It stood ten feet tall, its muscular frame bulging with infected tumors, a long, whiplike tongue slithering through the air.
Its blackened eyes locked onto them.
Then, it charged.
Nowhere Left to Run
Leon fired, but the Titan was too fast.
It swung an enormous claw, sending Leon crashing into a wall.
Mia screamed his name, but Evelyn yanked her away just in time as the Titan’s other arm came crashing down.
Reaper pulled a grenade from his vest, yanking the pin with his teeth.
“Eat this, you ugly bastard!”
He lobbed it.
The grenade detonated against the Titan’s chest.
Flesh and bone exploded outward—but the Titan kept moving.
It was unstoppable.
Lucas, still weak, suddenly gasped and clutched his head.
The Hollowborn was whispering to him again.
Then, in a voice not his own, he spoke:
“You cannot win.
The Devourer is awake.”
The Titan lurched forward.
And the flood of flesh consumed the streets.
