Story 1243: The Siren Tower

The tower loomed like a black tooth against the blood-colored sky.

Once used to broadcast weather alerts and civilian news, the Siren Tower now pulsed with something older… and hungry.

Riley stood at its base, flashlight wrapped in red cellophane to avoid drawing attention. The streets around her were silent—unnaturally so. Even the infected avoided this place. They said the tower called to them.

And if you listened long enough… it called to you too.

She had to see it for herself.

From a rooftop a few blocks away, her new companion Juno—hoarse from her last transmission—watched through binoculars, tapping nervously on the radio strapped to her chest.

“Don’t get close,” she warned. “That’s not just a signal booster anymore. It’s something else.”

Riley ignored her.

Each step toward the Siren Tower felt heavier, like the gravity around it had shifted. The air buzzed—not with static, but with voices—faint whispers layered beneath a frequency you could feel in your bones.