Story 826: The Maw of Madness

The corpse of the Behemoth still twitched, its burnt flesh crackling with the last remnants of electricity. But there was no time to celebrate.

A deep tremor rumbled beneath their feet.

Evelyn froze, her eyes darting toward the shadows at the far end of the tunnel.

Something else was coming.

Leon tightened his grip on his machete, sweat sliding down his dirt-caked face. “Tell me that’s not another one.”

It wasn’t.

It was worse.

From the darkness, a figure emerged.

At first, it looked human—a twisted, skeletal thing draped in torn flesh. But then it unfolded.

A monstrous head split open, revealing rows of jagged, dripping teeth. A barbed tongue lashed the air, tasting the fear.

Lucas stumbled backward, face pale. “What the hell is that?”

Evelyn’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“The Maw.”

The thing lurched forward, moving with unnatural grace on its elongated limbs. Every step was accompanied by a wet, slithering sound, as if its flesh was still…growing.