Story 840: Nest of the Damned

The crawlspace was narrow, suffocating. Every breath Evelyn took felt thick with dust and decay. The Alpha’s growls still rumbled from behind the collapsed grate, but it couldn’t reach them. Not yet.

Reaper led the way, his broad shoulders barely squeezing through the tunnel. Mia followed behind Evelyn, pistol clutched in her trembling hands.

Then, the smell hit them.

It was worse than death—a mixture of rotting meat, bile, and something chemical. Evelyn gagged, covering her nose.

Reaper muttered, “I got a bad feeling about this.”

The tunnel widened into a cavernous space.

Evelyn’s eyes adjusted—and she wished they hadn’t.

The walls pulsed. Flesh-like tendrils clung to the concrete, throbbing in rhythmic convulsions. Egg-like sacs hung from the ceiling, twitching.

The Devourer had made this place its nest.

Mia whispered, “Jesus… what is this?”