Story 832: The Black Signal

The sky pulsed with unnatural light. A crimson beacon flickered atop the ruins of an old radio tower—an eerie, rhythmic signal pulsing through the dead city. The Flesh Cult gathered below, their warped bodies twitching in anticipation.

At the center of it all stood the Sleeper.

Mia wiped the sweat from her brow, gripping her shotgun. “Tell me again why we’re walking toward the monster that just tried to melt our brains?”

Evelyn crouched behind a rusted car, eyes locked on the scene below. “Because that signal? It’s calling them. All of them.”

Mia peeked over the edge and froze.

Shambling from the shadows, waves of infected were converging on the tower. Not just mindless husks—but evolved ones.

Crawlers. Their distorted limbs bent at unnatural angles, allowing them to skitter like spiders across buildings.

Screamers. Their elongated throats vibrated, releasing an ear-splitting wail that made Mia’s vision blur.