Story 814: The Howl of the Devourer

The city was a graveyard of echoes—distant gunfire, the rustling of debris, and the gurgling growls of the undead lurking in the shadows. Evelyn barely had time to catch her breath as she and Leon stumbled into an abandoned subway station. The darkness swallowed them whole, offering a brief moment of cover.

Mia climbed down from a collapsed stairwell, rifle slung over her shoulder. “You two looked like hell.”

Leon coughed, his hand slick with blood. “Feels worse.”

Evelyn pressed her fingers to his wound, wincing. “We need to stop the bleeding.”

But before she could do anything, a bone-chilling howl tore through the city above.

Not just any howl.

The Devourer was calling.

Mia’s face paled. “It’s hunting us.”

Leon forced himself upright, gritting his teeth. “We need to keep moving.”

Evelyn knew he was right. Staying here was a death sentence.