Story 883: The Stalker in the Fog

The city lay in ruins, swallowed by the creeping fog that rolled in like a living thing. Crumbling skyscrapers loomed like tombstones for the dead. The air was thick with decay and something worse… a presence.

Evelyn’s heart pounded. She knew they were being hunted.

Something massive was out there.

The Devourer’s latest mutation was watching them.

A Predator’s Game

Lucas wiped sweat from his brow. "We're too exposed."

Reaper nodded. "That thing's playing with us." His voice was raw from pain. The gash in his side wasn't clotting.

Leon glanced around the shattered boulevard. No movement. No sound.

Too quiet.

Then, a low clicking echoed through the fog.

The sound slithered up Evelyn’s spine. It wasn’t alone.

Mia gritted her teeth, her broken arm still limp at her side. "We have to move—now."

Before anyone could react, the ground trembled.

It Moves in the Mist

A silhouette stirred in the fog.