Story 822: Hollow Hunger

The scent of burning flesh still lingered in the tunnel, a foul mixture of charred meat and rotting sinew. The Harvester’s corpse twitched as it lay in a pool of bubbling ichor, its writhing muscle tendrils dissolving into the ground.

Leon wiped the sweat from his brow, keeping his rifle raised. Something was wrong.

“This is too easy,” he muttered.

Evelyn staggered forward, her burned leg leaving a trail of blood. Mia helped her up, scanning the darkness ahead. They had won… but why did it feel like the fight had just begun?

Then, the tunnel rumbled.

Drip. Drip.

A thick, black fluid seeped through the ceiling, stretching like tendrils of living tar. The air grew heavy—thick, suffocating. Something was above them. Watching.

Leon’s instincts screamed.

“MOVE!”

The ceiling collapsed.

A monstrous shape crashed down, sending debris flying. The light from Mia’s flashlight caught its form—

A nightmare of pulsing flesh and jagged limbs.