Story 298: Travel of the Past

The dust of the destroyed bridge still hung in the air as Damien and Clara stood on the outskirts of the ravaged city. The sound of the explosion had drawn attention—both living and undead. Shadows moved in the distance, figures that seemed too intelligent for shambling zombies.

“We’re not alone,” Clara whispered, her sniper rifle sweeping the area.

Damien nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his machete. “We’ll keep moving. If they follow, we deal with them.”

The two moved in silence, weaving through the twisted ruins of what was once a thriving industrial area. The buildings were skeletal remains, their walls marked with scorch patterns and bloodied handprints. This wasn’t just a battlefield; it was a graveyard.

Their destination was an old research facility rumored to hold information on the Zombie King’s origins. If they could uncover his weakness, it might give them a fighting chance. But the journey there was fraught with danger.