Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 899 Story The Maw of the End
899: Story 899: The Maw of the End
899: Story 899: The Maw of the End
The night swallowed them whole.
Lucas, Evelyn, Mia, Reaper, Sam, and Father Dominic stood atop the ruined factory’s rooftop, staring down at the nightmare below.
A writhing ocean of flesh slithered through the streets—hundreds of twisted creatures, each more monstrous than the last.
The Devourer’s true children.
And at the center of it all…
The Maw.
It wasn’t just a mutation.
It was evolution.
A colossal, grotesque entity of pulsating muscle, with a grotesquely extended jaw stretching open to reveal rows upon rows of writhing tendrils, each lined with serrated teeth.
Its limbs were thick, barbed, and multi-jointed, twitching unnaturally as if struggling to contain the power surging within.
And above its head, dozens of hollowed-out skulls were fused into its flesh—as if it had absorbed everything it had consumed.
Lucas’s stomach twisted.
“It’s not just hunting us…”
Evelyn gritted her teeth.
“It’s calling the end.”
The Maw tilted its head, and a deep, inhuman gurgling erupted from its throat—a signal.
The Swarm charged.
Final Stand
Gunfire erupted.
Mia emptied her rifle into the first wave, ripping through bone and flesh, but the creatures barely faltered.
Reaper unleashed a storm of shotgun blasts, his shells obliterating limbs and skulls, but for every one he killed, three more took its place.
Father Dominic raised his cross.
“Lord, give us strength!”
But there was no time for prayer.
A Spawn-Lasher lunged at Sam, its grotesquely elongated tongue whipping toward her throat.
She ducked, spun, and drove her machete straight through its skull, ripping it free as black bile sprayed across her face.
Lucas pulled a grenade, hurling it into the horde.
BOOM.
Flames engulfed the street, incinerating the nearest beasts—but The Maw didn’t even flinch.
Instead, it moved.
Leaping.
Despite its massive form, it slammed into the rooftop with terrifying speed.
The impact sent everyone flying.
Lucas gasped, rolling onto his back, staring into the abyss of its gaping mouth.
Rows of tongues lashed toward him.
He barely twisted away.
Teeth scraped his arm, ripping flesh but missing bone.
Evelyn and Mia unleashed hell, firing at its exposed head.
The Maw recoiled, but only for a moment.
Then, it screeched.
A shockwave of sound exploded outward, rattling bones and shattering glass.
Lucas clenched his head—it was inside his mind again.
“Join.
Become.
End.”
Blood trickled from his nose.
It was speaking to him.
Not just to him.
To everything.
And then he saw it.
Beyond the Maw, in the distance…
A storm.
A maelstrom of bodies, flesh, and tendrils crawling toward them.
The final wave.
The true end.
Lucas locked eyes with Evelyn.
“This is it,” he said.
One way or another.
