Story 866: No Safe Haven

The night air was thick with the scent of burnt flesh and rot. The survivors had run for miles, but the Titan’s roar still echoed behind them—a reminder that their fight wasn’t over.

Mia stumbled, her breath ragged. “Tell me we have a plan,” she gasped, gripping her pistol like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

Reaper reloaded his shotgun, eyes scanning the ruined street. “Yeah. Don’t die.”

Evelyn ignored the banter, staring at the horizon ahead. A familiar silhouette loomed in the distance—an abandoned military checkpoint. She turned to the group. “That’s our best bet. Fortified, stocked—if we’re lucky, we might even find weapons.”

Leon groaned as he clutched his side. “And if we’re not?”

“Then we’re dead either way,” Lucas muttered.

They moved quickly, the ruins of the city eerily quiet. Too quiet. It wasn’t just the Titan that worried Evelyn—it was the absence of lesser infected. The streets, usually crawling with flesh-hungry horrors, were empty.