Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Chapter 284: Story 284: The Silent Ambush

The quiet was unsettling as Damien and Mira traversed a vast, abandoned highway, its faded road signs barely visible through layers of dust and decay. An early mist lingered in the air, adding an eerie touch, though the rising sun’s light cast a thin, hopeful glow over the desolate landscape. They had entered what used to be the outer suburbs—a place teeming with life, now overrun by wilderness and the occasional infected.

"Are you sure this is the right direction?" Mira’s voice broke the silence.

Damien nodded, gripping his blade. "The map marked this as a main route to the Zombie King’s domain. There should be a survivor camp nearby. Maybe they’ll have intel on the King’s latest moves."

They advanced slowly, the tension between them eased by shared purpose. In the distance, they spotted an overturned bus blocking part of the road, surrounded by abandoned vehicles. A perfect spot for an ambush.

Just as the thought crossed Damien’s mind, the world seemed to shudder as a piercing scream erupted from behind them. Out of the mist, zombies charged—hordes of them, eyes glowing with a disturbing intelligence. The King’s power was spreading, corrupting his army further.

"Run!" Damien shouted, grabbing Mira’s hand as they dashed toward the bus, hoping it could offer some cover. But the undead were faster than expected, their movements unnervingly coordinated.

As they vaulted over the wreckage, Mira pulled out her gun, firing controlled shots, each one hitting its mark. Damien slashed through the first wave, his movements sharp and swift, their teamwork honed from countless battles. Yet with every swing, more creatures poured in, an endless wave of the undead.

"Mira, this way!" he yelled, spotting a narrow path leading off the road and into a nearby forest. They sprinted toward it, the trees providing some cover as the zombies slowed, hindered by the thick underbrush.

They barely had a moment to catch their breath when they heard footsteps closing in. But it wasn’t zombies—it was a group of survivors, each one battered but armed, their weapons trained on Damien and Mira.

"Wait! We’re not infected!" Mira raised her hands, her voice firm yet calm.

One of the survivors, a young woman with piercing green eyes, hesitated, scanning them both. After a moment, she lowered her weapon. "You’re either brave or reckless to be out here. That bus ambush has taken dozens of lives."

Damien offered a quick nod. "We’re after the Zombie King. Any help you can give would be welcome." Discover exclusive tales on NovelBin.Côm

The survivor’s eyes flickered with recognition. "The King, huh? We’ve got intel, but it won’t come free. We need fighters if we’re going to hold our camp against his forces."

Damien exchanged a glance with Mira, a shared understanding passing between them. "We’re in," he said.

With a grim nod, the survivor motioned for them to follow. As they walked deeper into the forest, Damien felt a renewed sense of purpose. The King’s power was growing, but so was their determination. They weren’t just survivors anymore—they were soldiers, fighting to reclaim their world from the darkness.