Nicholus_Bvuma

A 19 year old girl wakes up to the mysterious yet horrifying death of both her parents in the middle of the night. With the blood of her parents soaked all over her clothes and her being the only survivor raised a vast number of questions, which led to her being taken in to be questioned by the authorities. However, due to the lack of evidence she was no longer considered a suspect and any investigations that were done one her had been dropped. Consequently, she was set free. 

10 years later, now at 29 after the shadowy death of her parents she managed to gather all the courage she possibly could and finally decided to return home for the first time since the disturbing night. The house she once felt comfort in stood there, untouched. The walls still covered with the blood of her beloved parents and her room just as messy as she had left it the night of the murder, it suddenly dawned on her, the house was a graveyard of clues with mysteries waiting to be solved. Yet through it all, she hoped that maybe, just maybe she might finally find peace. 

But little does she know that she is about to unleash a terrifying truth about her parent's which is set to reveal many secrets and a darkness that is unknown to this world. A darkness that will change her life forever and destroy the precious memories of her beloved mother and father, a darkness that will turn everything around her into a world that can no longer be explained.

A terrifying truth that one may find in horror films and the reality she knows will soon be nothing but a distant memory as she is set to reside in a reality where demons walk on the face of the earth in braod daylight.

THE GIRL AT THE END OF THE ROAD

The sun barely pierced the smoke-hung sky as they crossed the old bridge into what was once downtown. The buildings here leaned like weary giants, their windows darkened, their steel bones exposed. It felt like a forgotten city—dead, but not silent. 


Jake slowed the car to a crawl. Every few feet, they saw signs of recent violence—slashed walker corpses, black scorch marks on the pavement, and strange symbols carved into concrete walls. Symbols that looked like the ones in the book. 


“The city’s… bleeding,” Hailey muttered, gazing out the window. 


“Erlik’s influence is stronger here,” Amelia said quietly. “We’re close to one of her anchors.” 


“Anchors?” Diane asked, hand tightening on her weapon. 


“Places where her power manifests physically,” Amelia replied. “They’re like cracks in reality. If we don’t seal them, her reach will keep growing.” 


Diane sighed. “So we’ve gone from fighting zombies to patching holes in hell. Great.” 


Chapter 37: City of Ghosts