Story 856: The Predator's Hunt

The survivors ran.

The Flesh Reaper did not chase them.

It stalked.

A monstrous silhouette in the mist, its shifting flesh rippling as if it were still deciding what form to take. The streets were its hunting ground. The ruined city—a cage where it was both captor and executioner.

Lucas perched on a rusted fire escape, rifle aimed. His breathing slowed. His scope locked onto the creature’s head.

He fired.

The bullet struck true—an explosion of gore and shattered skull.

For a second, the Flesh Reaper froze.

Then, it did the impossible.

Its flesh swarmed the wound. The missing pieces of its head reformed.

And it laughed.

A guttural, sickening sound.

Lucas barely had time to move before the creature lunged.

It leaped onto the fire escape—metal shrieking under its weight. Lucas rolled back just as a clawed hand slashed through the air. Sparks flew as the steel was torn apart like paper.

“GO!” Evelyn shouted from below.

Lucas jumped.