Story 552: Graveborn Uprising

The aftermath of the mausoleum's explosion left the cemetery cloaked in a dense fog. Lightning still cracked overhead, briefly illuminating the destroyed mausoleum. The eerie silence that followed was short-lived. A low, guttural moaning echoed through the cemetery, growing louder with each second.

Captain Marcus Kane scanned the perimeter, his shotgun ready. “Stay sharp, team. Whatever’s left, it’s not done with us.”

The ground beneath their feet trembled slightly, sending ripples through the rainwater pooled around them. Derek “Shield” Coleman tightened his grip on his riot shield, stepping forward to create a defensive barrier for the team. “Uh, Cap, I don’t like the sound of this.”

Suddenly, the muddy earth erupted. Decayed hands clawed their way out of the ground as a wave of undead began to rise. But these weren’t ordinary zombies—their rotting flesh emitted a faint green glow, and their movements were unnervingly fast and coordinated.