Story 884: The Hive Calls

The fog thickened, churning with movement. The severed tongue still writhed on the ground, twitching like a dying snake. The Stalker’s howl had gone silent—but that was worse.

Because now… they were surrounded.

Evelyn’s leg throbbed where the creature had coiled around it. Black ichor smeared her pants.

Leon grabbed her arm. “We need higher ground.”

Reaper’s face was pale from blood loss. “We need a miracle.”

Mia checked her last magazine. Four bullets left. Not nearly enough.

Then, the clicking returned.

They Are Legion

The first one emerged from the fog. Not the same Stalker—another one.

Then another.

And another.

They moved like spiders, their grotesque forms twisting unnaturally. Tongues lashed the air, testing for scent.

Lucas whispered. “They’re communicating.”

Evelyn’s breath came fast. No, they were coordinating.

The Devourer’s mutations had spread further than they imagined. These weren’t just mindless hunters—they were a pack.