Story 1216: Slaughterhouse Shivers

EXT. SLUM FRINGE – EARLY MORNING

The sun hung low behind a smoky veil. Lena, Briggs, the Girl, and Ward followed an overgrown service path into a part of town no map covered—Old District 5, home to the decommissioned meatpacking plant known only in whispers as "Slaughterhouse Red."

BRIGGS (grumbling):

“Smells like something’s still dying.”

WARD:

“Place was shut down long before the infection. Locals claimed it was haunted. I saw what really happened—no ghosts. Just the first experiments.”

INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE RED – MAIN FLOOR – MOMENTS LATER

The door creaked open. Inside: rusted hooks, conveyor belts, dried blood like black stains on concrete. A low mechanical hum echoed through the empty halls.

THE GIRL (whispering):

“They fed the pigs… people.”

Lena flicked her flashlight toward a corner—movement. A shadow darted behind a row of hanging carcasses.

WARD (raising rifle):

“They’re here.”