Story 897: Evolution of the Devoured

The tunnels shook as they emerged. Twisted, hulking abominations, their sinew-stripped flesh glistening under the dim emergency lights. Veinborn, but… different. Their movements were more precise, their eyes more aware. These weren’t just mindless husks—they were evolving.

Lucas felt it before he saw it. A pressure in his skull, an ancient hunger gnawing at the edges of his mind. The Maw had spared him, but at what cost? The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Then, from the darkness, it crawled forth.

A new breed of horror.

The Apex Spawn

Seven feet of muscle-bound horror. Its elongated mouth split into four, tendrils dripping black ichor. Razor claws extended from hands that once belonged to a man—now reshaped by the infection’s cruel design. Its blackened eyes locked onto the survivors.

A growl, deep and resonant.

It wasn’t hunting. It was testing them.

Mia gripped her rifle. “Lucas… what the hell is that?”

Lucas swallowed. “It’s the next step.”