Story 249: The Bridge of Shadows
Damien and Mira moved through the ruins of an old industrial town, following Bishop’s lead along narrow alleyways and across broken bridges. The amulet, now in Mira’s possession, cast an eerie glow that illuminated the shadows around them, making their path feel both haunted and surreal. This town was infamous for ambushes and traps laid by survivors—if any remained.
Bishop gestured for them to stop as they reached an old bridge overlooking a ravine. Below, stagnant water glistened under the moonlight. "The Zombie King’s scouts patrol this area. We have to be quick," he whispered, but his tone carried an edge, a hint of impatience that Damien couldn’t ignore.
“Where’s this lead?” Mira asked, her fingers subconsciously gripping the amulet as if it were a lifeline.
“Across, there’s a bunker where some survivors are hiding. They might have information,” Bishop replied, but his eyes never met hers.