Story 831: Evolution’s Wrath

The night was thick with rot. The city skyline loomed over the shattered streets, its towering ruins swallowed by mist and creeping infection. Beneath the flickering glow of distant fires, they stirred.

A horde of flesh-crafted nightmares, emerging from the throbbing nest—a pulsating mass of fused corpses and parasitic tendrils that stretched across the ruined city.

Evelyn and Mia stood at the edge of the rooftop, breath heavy, weapons tight in their grip. There was no running.

Then—a monstrous silhouette slithered into view.

It was him.

The Sleeper had changed.

Its brain, once exposed, was now partially shielded by a blackened exoskeleton, shifting like living armor. Its limbs were longer, its claws sharper, its tongue splitting into multiple writhing appendages—each one ending in a needle-like mouth, dripping venom.

And worst of all—it had begun to think.

Mia exhaled. “Well… that’s new.”

The Sleeper’s head tilted, almost as if it understood her words.