Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Chapter 286: Story 286: Encounter in the Midnight Fog

Damien and Mira crept through the forest, the dim light from a slivered moon casting eerie shadows around them. Fog curled up from the ground, thickening the air with mystery. Each step Damien took felt weighted, as though he was entering another world where the rules of life and death blurred.

"This is where the last of the sightings were reported," Mira whispered, her eyes scanning the surrounding gloom.

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A rustling in the bushes caught Damien’s attention. Instinctively, he raised his weapon, motioning Mira to stay back. The air grew colder as the fog thickened, making it hard to tell friend from foe in the looming silence. Suddenly, a dark figure lunged from the mist—no undead, but a human, his eyes wild with fear and desperation.

"Please," he gasped, collapsing at their feet. "They’re… they’re everywhere. We tried… but…"

Before he could finish, a gurgling growl echoed from deeper within the trees, closer than either of them had expected. Damien grabbed the man by the collar, dragging him to his feet.

"Get up! We need to move!" Damien urged, glancing at Mira with urgency.

The three of them dashed through the foggy forest, zigzagging through the thick underbrush, when suddenly they stumbled upon an abandoned cabin, half-hidden behind tall pines. The windows were shattered, and the wooden walls bore scratch marks—evidence of a struggle that happened long ago. It seemed like the safest refuge they could hope for.

Inside, Damien secured the doors as Mira examined the injured man, who had passed out in shock. She whispered, "He’s exhausted. He won’t be of any help until he gets some rest."

"Neither will we if we don’t know what we’re dealing with," Damien replied. He paced the floor, frustration burning in his veins. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. The night was filled with too many secrets, and every second wasted felt like another lost to darkness.

But then, a distant, melodic humming drifted through the fog outside—a song he hadn’t heard in years. It stopped Damien in his tracks, filling him with a sudden ache, a memory of someone he’d lost long ago. He exchanged a puzzled look with Mira, who heard it too, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Could that be…" Mira’s voice trailed off, a hint of hope flickering in her tone.

"It can’t be," Damien murmured, more to himself than to her. "It doesn’t make sense."

The song echoed once more, and in a trance, he moved toward the window, peering into the thick fog. Shadows shifted, and then a figure emerged, cloaked and hauntingly familiar. Before he could react, the figure vanished again into the night.

Damien turned back to Mira, his expression hardening. "Whatever’s happening here, it’s beyond anything we’ve encountered. It’s time to go further, to follow this... wherever it leads."

Together, they ventured back out into the midnight fog, armed with more than weapons—this time, they were driven by questions, by memories, and a shared determination to face whatever lay ahead.