Story 812: No Rest for the Living

Evelyn and Leon collapsed onto the cracked pavement, gasping for breath. The manhole beneath them rattled as the creatures screeched in frustration, their elongated claws scraping against the steel cover.

Leon winced, clutching his ankle where the thing had grabbed him. Blood seeped through his torn pants. “Those things weren’t normal infected.”

Evelyn swallowed hard. “They were hunters.”

She had seen plenty of mutations—twisted remnants of what once were humans—but these were different. Faster. Smarter. And worst of all, they had coordinated.

She scanned their surroundings. The abandoned city stretched out before them, bathed in eerie twilight. Rusted cars, shattered windows, and skeletal remains of buildings stood as silent reminders of civilization’s downfall. But something about the air felt… wrong.

A cold wind slithered through the streets.