Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 898 Story The Hive’s Call
898: Story 898: The Hive’s Call
898: Story 898: The Hive’s Call
The Apex Spawn stilled, its blackened eyes locked onto Lucas.
The others had fired, slashed, and fought—yet none of it seemed to matter.
This thing wasn’t just another infected.
It was watching.
Calculating.
Lucas could hear it now.
A rhythm.
Faint, like a pulse beneath his skin.
The whispers were clearer, their intent undeniable.
“We see you.”
Then, the Spawn moved.
Not to kill.
To leave.
It turned, loping back into the tunnels, disappearing into the darkness.
But it left something behind—the growing hum of more creatures stirring.
Mia lowered her rifle, her knuckles white.
“We let it go?”
Lucas exhaled.
“We didn’t let it.
It decided to.”
Reaper spat blood.
“That thing fights like a goddamn demon.
You better tell me you’ve got some brilliant plan, Lucas, ‘cause I don’t plan on dying in some godforsaken tunnel.”
Evelyn stepped forward, her eyes scanning the dark corridors.
“That wasn’t a random mutation,” she said.
“It was a deliberate creation.”
Father Dominic clutched his cross.
“It wasn’t fighting us,” he muttered.
“It was calling something.”
The tunnels trembled.
The survivors turned.
Something was coming.
The Swarm Awakens
A chittering hiss slithered through the air.
First distant, then closer.
The lights flickered.
And then they crawled forth.
Dozens of them.
No, hundreds.
They poured from the tunnels— slithering, snarling horrors with elongated jaws and exposed, pulsating brains.
Their limbs twitched with unnatural speed, their barbed tongues lashing the air like whips.
Mia’s stomach turned.
“Oh, hell no.”
Reaper raised his weapon.
“We running or fighting?”
Lucas’s gut twisted.
They couldn’t fight this many.
“The ladder,” he said, pointing toward an old maintenance hatch in the ceiling.
Sam sprinted first, leaping up to grab the rusted rungs.
Something screeched.
The first of the Swarm leapt at her, but she twisted, planting a boot in its skull.
Evelyn followed, then Mia.
Reaper covered the rear, unloading his shotgun into the advancing mass.
Heads burst, limbs were torn apart—but it didn’t stop them.
Lucas turned.
The Apex Spawn stood at the tunnel’s edge.
Watching.
Waiting.
Its presence was a message.
A warning.
As Lucas reached for the ladder, he felt something crawl through his thoughts—a voice, deep and endless.
“Ascend… or be devoured.”
He grabbed the rung, shaking off the whisper, pulling himself up as the Swarm flooded beneath him.
They barely made it.
Barely.
The moment Lucas shut the hatch, the screeches intensified—frustration, not defeat.
Reaper exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Jesus, that was close.”
Lucas didn’t answer.
His hands trembled.
Because he knew what was coming.
The Apex Spawn wasn’t the final horror.
It was the beginning of something worse.
