Story 865: Buried Wrath

The rubble trembled.

A deep, inhuman growl reverberated from beneath the collapsed overpass, shaking the survivors to their cores. Dust plumed into the air, masking the shifting debris. Evelyn’s breath hitched as she saw something—a claw, massive and jagged, pushing through the ruins.

“It’s not dead,” Lucas muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

“No shit,” Reaper growled, reloading his shotgun.

The Titan emerged, slow at first—then suddenly, violently bursting free. Concrete and steel exploded outward, sending Mia tumbling back. The beast rose, its skin shredded, black ichor oozing from deep wounds. Bones jutted out from one of its forearms, but that didn’t stop it.

It was pissed.

“Scatter!” Leon yelled.

The Titan moved with terrifying speed. Its elongated tongue lashed out, slicing through an abandoned car like butter. It wasn’t just a weapon—it was hunting.