Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 904 Story The Last Scientist

904: Story 904: The Last Scientist

904: Story 904: The Last Scientist

Mira awoke to the sharp scent of burning wood and decay.

Her body ached, her head pounding from whatever force had thrown her and Draven out of the collapsing house.

She groaned, pushing herself up from the damp earth.

The night was quiet—too quiet.

The mist had thinned, but its presence still lingered like a whisper in the air.

Draven sat nearby, reloading his shotgun, his expression unreadable.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Define ‘okay’,” Mira muttered, rubbing her temple.

“Where are we?”

Draven gestured ahead.

A ruined building stood in the distance, its skeletal remains barely holding together.

A faded sign dangled from rusted chains above the entrance, barely legible: Ridgefield Research Institute. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Mira’s stomach twisted.

She knew this place.

“We have to leave,” she said immediately.

Draven frowned.

“Why?”

“Because this is where it started.”

The weight of her words settled between them.

Mira had worked here before the outbreak—before the world had collapsed.

Before her research had been twisted into something monstrous.

Draven studied her for a long moment, then sighed.

“If this place has answers, we need them.”

With reluctance, she followed him inside.

The air was thick with dust and the smell of rotting chemicals.

The floors were littered with overturned desks and broken glass, the remnants of a place once dedicated to progress.

A flickering monitor buzzed weakly in the darkness.

Mira stepped toward it, her hands shaking as she wiped grime from the screen.

The words flashed ominously:

“PROJECT REVENANT – STATUS: UNCONTAINED”

A chill ran down her spine.

She tapped the keyboard.

Files flickered open—reports of Subject Zero, the first infected, the first mistake.

She had seen these before, back when she had believed there was still a way to fix it.

Draven scanned the notes.

“What were you working on?”

Mira swallowed hard.

“A cure… or at least, I thought it was.”

A guttural moan echoed through the halls.

Draven turned, shotgun raised.

“We’ve got company.”

From the shadows, figures began to emerge.

But these weren’t mindless zombies.

They were something worse—twisted experiments, their bodies fused with mechanical implants, their eyes glowing with a sickly green light.

Mira’s breath hitched.

“The bioengineered ones… they were never supposed to leave the lab.”

One of the creatures lunged.

Draven fired, but the blast only staggered it.

The thing’s bones snapped back into place, its exposed ribs shifting unnaturally.

“They regenerate,” Mira whispered in horror.

Draven grabbed her wrist.

“We need to go.

Now.”

As they ran deeper into the facility, alarms suddenly blared, ancient security systems reawakening.

But the voice that crackled over the speakers wasn’t automated.

It was human.

“You shouldn’t have come back, Dr.

Caldwell.”

Mira froze.

The voice was familiar.

A ghost from her past.