Story 882: Maw of the Devourer

The alley reeked of blood and rot. A thin mist curled through the air, carrying the stench of something ancient… and hungry.

Evelyn wiped sweat from her brow, her breath shallow. They were boxed in. The creature—a nightmare of muscle, claws, and a writhing tongue—stalked them from the shadows. It wasn’t alone.

The growls grew louder. More of them. Closing in.

"Move!" Reaper growled, dragging his injured leg as the group sprinted down the alley.

Behind them, the beast shrieked—a piercing sound that vibrated through bone. A signal.

From the rooftops, another one dropped down, landing with a sickening crunch.

Samantha screamed.

They were surrounded.

The New Evolution

The creatures were different. Faster. Smarter. Meaner. Their elongated limbs twitched unnaturally as their heads bobbed like snakes, tracking every movement.

Lucas raised his rifle. Bang!

A direct shot to the head.

The monster staggered… but didn’t fall. Instead, it smiled.