Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 906 Story The Dead Man’s Fare
906: Story 906: The Dead Man’s Fare
906: Story 906: The Dead Man’s Fare
The train rattled violently as it sped into the unknown, the dim lights flickering overhead.
Mira and Draven stood frozen, surrounded by the long-dead passengers, their hollowed faces twisted in silent agony.
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Evelyn Roarke—Mira’s former colleague, long dead—took a slow step forward.
Her milky eyes never blinked, her bloodstained lab coat still bearing the scars of past horrors.
“You abandoned us,” she whispered.
Her voice echoed unnaturally through the train car.
Mira clenched her fists.
“You’re not real.”
Draven aimed his shotgun at the ghoul-like woman.
“I don’t know what kind of trick this is, but we’re not playing.”
The Ghoul Trainmaster appeared behind them, his skeletal form towering over them.
His grin stretched impossibly wide.
“Ah, but you are playing, my dear passengers.
And in my domain, all debts must be paid.”
The train jolted violently, and the dead stirred.
The once-motionless passengers twitched, their heads snapping toward Mira and Draven in eerie unison.
Mira swallowed hard.
“Draven, we need to get out of here.”
Draven fired at Roarke, but the blast passed through her as if she were made of mist.
The dead scientist tilted her head.
“You think bullets will stop the past?”
The walls of the train trembled.
The once-plush seats rotted away, turning to dust.
The windows no longer showed the moonlit landscape but instead a swirling black void.
Screams echoed from somewhere deeper in the train.
Mira turned to the Trainmaster.
“What do you want?”
His hollow eyes gleamed.
“A simple trade.
A soul for a soul.”
Draven stepped in front of Mira.
“Not happening.”
The Trainmaster chuckled.
“Then we ride forever.”
The train doors at the end of the car suddenly burst open, revealing another chamber—a rusted, decayed dining car filled with shadowy figures.
At the far end, an ancient book lay open on a table, its pages flipping wildly, glowing with unnatural energy.
Mira’s breath caught.
“The book—”
Draven’s eyes darkened.
“It’s the same one Elias talked about.”
The cursed tome.
The one said to hold the key to stopping the undead plague… or making it worse.
The dead lurched toward them.
Hands reached, mouths gaped, whispers clawed at their minds.
Draven grabbed Mira’s hand.
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They sprinted through the door, slamming it shut behind them.
The room darkened, the book pulsing with energy.
A voice echoed from the void.
“Read… and pay the fare.”
Mira’s hands trembled as she reached for the cursed pages.
The train screamed.
The dead howled.
And the book… whispered back.
