Story 215: The Shattered Oasis

Damien Rook and Lena stumbled into what was once a place of peace—the Oasis, a hidden haven nestled deep in the wasteland. Its towering palm trees and flowing waters had made it a sanctuary for survivors, but now it was a graveyard. The once-vibrant greenery had withered, and the crystal-clear water was now stained with blood.

“This place was supposed to be safe,” Lena whispered, surveying the devastation. Bodies were strewn across the ground, most torn apart by the undead. The air reeked of death and betrayal.

Damien’s eyes narrowed as he knelt beside a body, examining the claw marks on the man’s chest. “This wasn’t just a random attack. These people didn’t stand a chance.”

The Oasis had been taken by surprise, but the level of destruction was far too coordinated. Something—or someone—had set this up.