Story 860: The Blood Tide

The Flesh Reaper was dead. But the victory felt hollow.

Leon wiped blood from his face, his hands trembling. The stench of burning mutant flesh filled the air, thick and suffocating. Evelyn wanted to celebrate, but something felt wrong.

Then she heard it.

A distant, guttural screech.

Then another.

And another.

From every direction.

Lucas paled. “Oh… hell.”

From the shadows of the ruined buildings, they came.

Dozens of twisted, grotesque creatures—their bodies warped, their flesh stitched together in unnatural ways. Some crawled on all fours with elongated claws, others were hulking masses of pulsing muscle, their eyes milky and dead.

But they all had one thing in common.

Their flesh rippled like The Reaper’s.

Evelyn’s heart pounded. “It spread.”

Mia swallowed hard. “What?”

Leon’s face darkened. “Killing it didn’t stop the infection. It triggered it.”

The Flesh Reaper had been a seed. And now, the harvest was coming.