Story 599: The Black Tide

The storm raged over the valley of the dead, lightning clawing through the sickly green sky. Below, an ocean of rotting bodies moved as one—a relentless horde of the undead, thousands upon thousands, their twisted faces etched with endless hunger.

Atop a crumbling watchtower, Captain Marcus "Iron Will" Kane scanned the grotesque army through his binoculars. His stomach turned at the sheer scale of the horror before them. This was no ordinary horde. These creatures wielded weapons—rusted blades, broken spears, splintered clubs—as if some ancient force had commanded them to war.

"Jesus…" murmured Officer Riley 'Quick Shot' Bennett, lowering her sniper rifle. "They're... evolving?"

"No," corrected Detective Lila 'Huntress' Navarro, her voice low. "They're remembering."

The ground trembled beneath them as the undead began their charge.

"Hold your positions!" Marcus barked into his comms. "We make our last stand here!"