Story 858: The Unkillable

The Flesh Reaper should have died. It didn’t.

Through the settling smoke and crumbling debris, its mangled body reformed, bones resetting with sickening pops, flesh knitting itself together. What should have taken hours—happened in seconds.

Leon cursed under his breath. “That… is not fair.”

“Run,” Evelyn whispered, her voice tight. “Now.”

But the Flesh Reaper was faster.

It lunged from the wreckage, an unnatural blur of raw, twitching sinew and serrated claws. Lucas barely had time to roll aside as its massive arm slammed down, cracking the pavement like glass.

Mia fired—three direct shots to the head. The bullets tore through, but the creature didn’t even flinch.

“Nothing’s stopping it!” she screamed.

Reaper grit his teeth, yanking a molotov from his belt.

“Let’s see it regenerate from fire.”

With a flick of his lighter, the bottle ignited.

He hurled it.