Story 894: Descent into the Black Vein

The subway tunnels stretched into darkness, the stale air thick with mildew and rot. Every step echoed, swallowed by the void ahead. The survivors moved quickly, dragging Lucas between them, his breath ragged, his mind still battling the Hollowborn's influence.

"That thing’s still in my head," Lucas muttered. His eyes flickered black for a second.

Evelyn tightened her grip on her pistol. "Then fight it, Lucas."

Reaper scanned the tunnels ahead, his grip firm on his machete. "This place used to be a Flesh Cult outpost. If we’re lucky, there’s still weapons stashed here."

Leon grunted. "And if we’re not?"

Mia answered grimly. "Then we’re already dead."

The Breathing Darkness

As they moved deeper, something felt wrong.

The walls were pulsing.

The moisture dripping from the ceiling wasn't just water—it was black, viscous, alive.

Lucas stiffened, his breath hitching. "They're watching us."

Reaper turned, blade ready. "Who?"

"Them."