Story 243: Shadows of the Past

The village was silent, wrapped in an uneasy calm as the night deepened. Damien, still haunted by the strange, calculating zombie he’d encountered, found his mind tangled with doubt and curiosity. Mira’s words about her past experience with such creatures lingered, nagging at him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew far more than she’d let on.

Early morning, he and Mira went to repair defenses along the outer boundary, joined reluctantly by Elara, who kept her distance from Mira. It didn’t take long before they felt it—a dark, heavy presence lingering at the edge of the village.

Suddenly, an inhuman howl split the air. From the shadows emerged a group of zombies, their eyes glowing faintly with a menacing intelligence that was chillingly familiar. Mira tensed, her hand instinctively reaching for her blade. “They’re hunting us.”