Story 578: The Shadow Horde

The city’s outer edge, where industrial ruins met desolation, was eerily quiet under the pale light of a blood moon. ZETU had been called to investigate reports of "moving shadows" that defied explanation. Survivors whispered about glowing eyes in the dark, spectral figures gathering in packs, and a rising darkness swallowing entire districts.

Captain Marcus Kane scanned the horizon from the turret of their armored vehicle. The air was thick, heavy with dread. "Eyes sharp. This isn’t going to be a clean mission," he warned.

Ethan “Brain” O’Connor had his drone circling above, feeding real-time visuals to his tablet. "I’m picking up… nothing. No heat signatures, no movement. But something’s distorting the signal—whatever’s out there, it’s scrambling my tech."