Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 891 Story The Swarm of the Hollowborn
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891: Story 891: The Swarm of the Hollowborn
The sky darkened, but it wasn’t the setting sun.
It was them.
From the ruins, the Hollowborn Spawn crawled into the streets—twisted horrors with elongated jaws, serrated tongues, and mutated bodies sculpted by pure nightmare.
Their veins glowed faintly, pulsating with the infection’s sentient will.
Evelyn gritted her teeth.
“They’re adapting again.”
Leon wiped blood from his forehead, his pulse hammering.
“How do we kill something that won’t stay dead?”
Reaper chambered a fresh round into his shotgun.
“We don’t.” He cracked his neck.
“We run.”
But there was nowhere left to run.
The Flood Begins
The first Hollowborn lunged—a blur of muscle and claws.
Reaper fired, blowing half its head off.
The thing staggered, twitched… then screamed.
From its ruined skull, new tendrils erupted, reshaping its missing flesh.
It was healing—no, transforming.
“Shit!” Mia screamed as two more creatures leapt from the rooftops, their razor-lined tongues lashing out.
One of them snapped at Lucas—
—but stopped mid-air.
Lucas stood frozen, his eyes turning pitch black.
The Hollowborn twitched violently, then collapsed, convulsing.
Evelyn grabbed Lucas by the shoulders.
“Lucas!
Snap out of it!”
He gasped, stumbling back, as if waking from a trance.
“I—I didn’t mean to—”
Leon cursed under his breath.
“They reacted to him… like they were obeying him.”
Before anyone could question it, the ground quaked.
The Devourer’s Spawn
From the depths of the ruined city, it came.
The Abyssal Titan.
It was four times the size of the others, its body covered in chitinous armor fused with raw muscle.
Its face was a shattered skull, tendrils spilling from its exposed brain like a grotesque crown.
Its massive claws scraped the pavement, and when it exhaled, a mist of spores filled the air.
Evelyn’s heart sank.
“Oh, God.”
Leon pulled his mask tighter.
“Spore-breather.
One breath, and you’re one of them.”
The Titan threw back its head and roared.
And the horde answered.
A wave of mutated horrors surged forward—dozens, then hundreds—crawling over buildings, leaping from the shadows, rushing toward them like a living flood.
Reaper’s grip tightened on his weapon.
“End of the line, huh?”
Mia’s hands shook, but her jaw set in determination.
“Then we go down fighting.”
Lucas groaned, clutching his head again.
Something was speaking to him.
A voice inside the infection.
“Let us in,” it whispered.
“Let us consume… and you will be reborn.”
His body seized, veins darkening.
Evelyn turned to him, realization dawning in her eyes.
“Lucas—you can control them.”
The Titan charged.
The horde descended.
And Lucas screamed.
