Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 884 Story The Hive Calls

884: Story 884: The Hive Calls

884: Story 884: The Hive Calls

The fog thickened, churning with movement.

The severed tongue still writhed on the ground, twitching like a dying snake.

The Stalker’s howl had gone silent—but that was worse.

Because now… they were surrounded.

Evelyn’s leg throbbed where the creature had coiled around it.

Black ichor smeared her pants.

Leon grabbed her arm.

“We need higher ground.”

Reaper’s face was pale from blood loss.

“We need a miracle.”

Mia checked her last magazine.

Four bullets left.

Not nearly enough.

Then, the clicking returned.

They Are Legion

The first one emerged from the fog.

Not the same Stalker—another one.

Then another.

And another.

They moved like spiders, their grotesque forms twisting unnaturally.

Tongues lashed the air, testing for scent.

Lucas whispered.

“They’re communicating.”

Evelyn’s breath came fast.

No, they were coordinating.

The Devourer’s mutations had spread further than they imagined.

These weren’t just mindless hunters—they were a pack.

And the survivors were prey.

Escape or Die

A second-floor balcony jutted out from the ruined building.

If they could jump from the ledge to the next building—

CRASH!

A Stalker slammed into the wall, claws digging deep.

It was climbing.

Mia fired—three shots to the skull.

The thing shrieked and dropped, but the others didn’t stop.

More came.

From every direction.

Reaper grabbed a rusted pipe and swung, shattering teeth and bone.

Lucas pulled Mia up the ledge.

Evelyn and Leon followed.

But the creatures were climbing faster.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The fog moved as something massive stirred within it.

Something bigger.

Something worse.

The Apex Arrives

The Stalkers stopped.

They froze in place—backs arched, claws twitching.

Waiting.

Then—they backed away.

Evelyn’s stomach twisted.

The Stalkers weren’t retreating.

They were bowing.

Something else was coming.

A shape loomed in the mist, its bulk shifting through the fog.

The air grew heavy.

A low, guttural sound rumbled like a death knell.

Leon gritted his teeth.

“What the hell is that?”

A grotesque form emerged—a colossal Devourer mutation.

Its skull was exposed, its mouth split into jagged mandibles.

Long, razor-lined arms scraped against the concrete.

Rows of ribs pulsed, expanding and contracting as if breathing.

It had been watching.

Learning.

And now, it was here.

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Mia swallowed hard.

“We don’t win this one.”

Reaper clenched his fists.

“We make it bleed first.”

The Apex Devourer reared back, its chest splitting open, revealing a gaping maw filled with teeth.

It roared.

The Stalkers charged.

Lucas looked at Evelyn.

“Call it.”

She gripped her weapon.

No more running.

“We fight.”