Evelyn’s breath hitched as she locked eyes with the creature standing before her. It wasn’t just another mutation—it was something far worse.
The monster was massive, its muscular frame rippling under a slick, blackened hide. Its sharp, jagged claws flexed, eager to rip into flesh. A grotesque tongue slithered from its gaping maw, tasting the air as if savoring the scent of fear. But the most horrifying thing?
It was watching her. Studying her.
A predator.
Evelyn took a slow step back, her fingers tightening around the broken metal pipe in her hand. She knew this wasn’t a fight she could win. If this thing was anything like the others, it had evolved beyond simple undead hunger. It had purpose.
And she was its prey.
The creature let out a guttural growl that rumbled through the underground bunker like a distant thunderstorm. Its glowing white eyes burned into her, sending a primal shiver down her spine.
Then—
It moved.