Story 839: Lurkers in the Dark

The subway tunnel was suffocating in its silence.

Evelyn could barely make out the silhouettes moving in the darkness ahead—twisted figures, hunched and twitching. Their bodies pulsed unnaturally, limbs elongated and warped.

She swallowed hard. These weren’t normal infected.

The Devourer had birthed something new.

Mia aimed her pistol into the black void. “What the hell are these things?”

Reaper crouched, steadying his shotgun. “Lurkers,” he muttered. “Seen ‘em before. Fast as hell, but blind. They hunt by sound.”

Evelyn clenched her jaw. Perfect.

Behind them, a low snarl echoed.

She turned—the Alpha was coming.

The ground trembled as it forced its way into the tunnel. It was too large for the narrow passage, but that didn’t stop it—its claws scraped the walls, its body contorted unnaturally, bones shifting to fit through the space.

Evelyn’s pulse skyrocketed. No. No, no, no.

“We move. Now,” Reaper ordered.

They hurried forward, trying to stay silent.