Story 889: The Wretched Spawn

The night was not quiet.

A distant, guttural roar vibrated through the ruined city, setting off a chain reaction of twisted howls in response. The infection was evolving, creating something new, something worse.

Evelyn wiped sweat from her brow as she studied Lucas. His breathing was ragged, his body twitching in his unconscious state. The Hollowborn had tried to speak through him.

That meant it wasn’t done with them yet.

Mutation in the Dark

Mia gripped her pistol as she scanned the fog-shrouded streets. "I don’t like this. It’s too quiet now."

Leon adjusted his rifle. "That’s because we’re being hunted."

Then, they saw it.

A figure crouched atop a crumbling skyscraper, illuminated by the fractured moonlight. Its elongated limbs twitched unnaturally, its exposed brain pulsating with veins of black rot.

It was a new breed.

A Devourer Wraith.