Story 879: The Hunger That Sees

The night was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of rot and burnt flesh. Evelyn’s hands trembled as she gripped the shotgun, her pulse hammering against her skull.

The Watchers were no longer just creatures. They were hunting with intelligence.

Leon pulled Samantha behind an overturned bus, his voice barely above a whisper. "They’re waiting for us to move."

From the darkness, a guttural sound rumbled. Not a growl. A laugh.

Evelyn’s stomach dropped. They were enjoying this.

Then—a blur of movement.

A Watcher lunged from the shadows, claws slicing through metal like paper. Lucas barely dodged as the creature’s tongue lashed toward him, wrapping around his ankle.

"No!" Mia fired. The bullet pierced the tendril, black blood spraying as Lucas wrenched himself free.

But the damage was done.

The Watcher inhaled sharply, its exposed brain pulsing. Then it… mimicked Lucas' movement.

It had learned.

And it was faster now.