Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The forest thinned into a stretch of blackened earth, where even rot refused to grow.

Juno stood before it with the Rustborn at her back and the feral children trailing in silence. A twisted path of ash and bone led them toward an unnatural rise in the terrain—what looked like a collapsed barricade, crusted in metal and scorched concrete.

But as they approached, the truth emerged.

It wasn't a barricade.

It was a monument.

Dozens of decapitated heads—human, infected, and somewhere in-between—embedded into the wall like grotesque trophies. Some were fused into the steel. Others were mounted on old neural spike rods, eyes still half-lidded as if watching an eternal nightmare.

A rusty sign nearby, half-buried in soot, read:

"ZONE NULL – INGRESS TERMINATION ZONE"

AUTHORIZED EXECUTIONS ONLY.

BY ORDER OF VIREX PURGE COMMAND.

Shade muttered, "God…"

Even H-13's voice softened. "Recognition match: 68 former personnel, 23 trial escapees, 11 unauthorized births."

Axen stepped forward. "This is where they dumped those who refused to comply. The test subjects who fought back."

The wind howled louder here. As if the wall remembered screams.

Juno knelt before it, her fingers brushing the nameplate beneath one skull:

"Elara M. – Designation: Subject Z-8."

She remembered that name.

A rebel. A voice from the encrypted forums in the early days of the plague. Elara had claimed she'd unlocked part of the virus's root algorithm—called it "The Memory Spiral." They said she vanished after a data breach at Facility V-Delta.

Now, her head was here. Half flesh. Half chrome. Teeth bared in frozen defiance.

Juno stood slowly, fists clenched. "This isn't a warning. It's a message."

Shade nodded. "VIREX wanted future wanderers to fear rebellion."

The feral children formed a ring around the wall. None of them cried. None of them spoke. But the triangle-within-a-circle symbol glowed faintly on some of their skin.

They knew this place.

"This was where we came to stop dreaming," whispered the white-eyed girl. "Where the Shepherd first found us. Gave us quiet."

Axen's expression darkened. "That means the wall may be more than symbolic."

H-13 scanned the ground. "Confirmed. There are roots beneath the wall. Fiber optic. Viral vines. This structure connects to a hidden grid—deep, possibly active."

A low hum began to rise from beneath the soil.

Juno turned. "They built the wall as a kill zone. But it's still listening."

One of the heads twitched.

Just slightly.

Then another.

And then—every embedded head blinked in unison.

A hidden voice echoed through the airwaves:

"You left us in silence. But silence remembers."

A burst of static screeched from the wall.

Suddenly, the skulls began to speak—every one of them.

Screaming.

Singing.

Repeating activation codes.

"DEEP VAULT. CYCLE. RETURN. SHE WHO LIVES."

Shade shouted, "We have to go!"

But Juno stayed frozen.

Because the last voice that spoke from the wall… was her mother's.