Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 897 Story Evolution of the Devoured

897: Story 897: Evolution of the Devoured

897: Story 897: Evolution of the Devoured

The tunnels shook as they emerged.

Twisted, hulking abominations, their sinew-stripped flesh glistening under the dim emergency lights.

Veinborn, but… different.

Their movements were more precise, their eyes more aware.

These weren’t just mindless husks—they were evolving.

Lucas felt it before he saw it.

A pressure in his skull, an ancient hunger gnawing at the edges of his mind.

The Maw had spared him, but at what cost?

The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Then, from the darkness, it crawled forth.

A new breed of horror.

The Apex Spawn

Seven feet of muscle-bound horror.

Its elongated mouth split into four, tendrils dripping black ichor.

Razor claws extended from hands that once belonged to a man—now reshaped by the infection’s cruel design.

Its blackened eyes locked onto the survivors.

A growl, deep and resonant.

It wasn’t hunting.

It was testing them.

Mia gripped her rifle.

“Lucas… what the hell is that?”

Lucas swallowed.

“It’s the next step.”

Reaper didn’t wait.

He lunged, machete raised.

The Apex Spawn moved faster than expected.

One swipe.

A flash of blood.

Reaper flew backward, slamming into the tunnel wall.

His armor took the brunt, but the force left him dazed.

Evelyn fired, her bullets tearing into the creature’s hide.

But it barely flinched.

Its wounds sealed almost instantly, flesh knitting back together like molten wax.

Lucas felt the infection resonate within him.

The creature turned to him.

Recognition.

The others weren’t part of the equation.

But he was.

Lucas took a step forward.

His veins pulsed black, his breathing shallow.

The whispers became words.

“Join us.”

He clenched his fists.

No.

Not yet.

The Apex Spawn’s tendrils snapped forward—Lucas barely dodged, the razor-sharp appendages missing him by inches.

But he wasn’t trying to fight.

He was listening.

The others didn’t see it.

The way the creature moved, the way it reacted to their presence.

It wasn’t attacking to kill.

It was…learning.

Mia reloaded.

“Lucas, we need a plan.

Now.”

His mind raced.

The Devourer’s mutations followed a pattern—each new form adapted to its environment.

If this thing was here… it meant the infection was nearing its final stage.

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“We can’t kill it,” he said.

“Not yet.”

Reaper wiped blood from his mouth.

“Then what’s the plan, genius?”

Lucas exhaled.

“We let it think we’re weak.”

A dangerous gamble.

But if this thing was testing them, it meant one thing—it had something worse waiting.

And Lucas needed to know what.