Story 287: Shadow of the Dead

Damien and Mira ventured out of the cabin at dawn, the early light filtering through the skeletal trees, casting long, eerie shadows across the forest floor. The night’s strange melody had lingered in their minds, haunting and elusive, like a half-forgotten dream that couldn’t be dismissed. But daylight brought clarity and, with it, a renewed purpose: the hunt for the Zombie King.

As they moved deeper into the forest, Mira glanced at Damien, noting the steely resolve in his eyes. “Do you think the melody we heard last night was… real?” she asked cautiously.

Damien paused, adjusting the grip on his weapon. “Real or not, it’s a warning. This forest isn’t just haunted by the undead—it’s infected by something far worse.”