Story 855: The Flesh Reaper

The city’s ruins trembled as it arrived.

A monstrous silhouette emerged from the crimson mist, its grotesque form shifting, pulsating. Thick tendrils coiled along its exposed skull, twitching as if tasting the air. Its massive claws dragged against the asphalt, carving deep gouges into the earth.

The Flesh Reaper had come.

“Oh, hell no,” Reaper growled, gripping his shotgun tighter.

Mia’s breath hitched. “That thing is…”

“Not like the others,” Evelyn whispered.

The creature didn’t snarl or howl—it studied them. Its hollow black eyes locked onto Evelyn, its twisted jaw unfurling in what could have been a grin.

Then, it moved.

Not like the other infected. It didn’t charge wildly. It flowed—its body shifting like liquid muscle, bending in ways a human frame never could.

Leon barely got his rifle up before it was on them.

A blur of pink flesh and jagged bone.