Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Damien Rook stood on the shore of Silver Lake, its calm surface glistening under the moonlight. The night was quiet—too quiet. This place was known for its beauty, but also for the dark legends surrounding it. Somewhere beneath the water, a creature was said to lurk, dragging those who ventured too close to a watery grave. Damien wasn't here for legends, though. He was hunting a murderer.

Beside him, Lena's fingers brushed against his arm. "You sure about this?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of doubt. They had been through a lot together, but this felt different—more personal.

Damien's eyes scanned the mist that clung to the lake's edge. "The bodies of the victims were all found near the lake. It's the only clue we've got," he replied.

But it wasn't just the murders that weighed on Damien's mind. There was something about this place, a haunting beauty that stirred something deep within him. As they moved closer to the lake's edge, he found himself stealing glances at Lena. Despite the danger, there was a warmth between them that had grown with each passing day. Her presence was more than just comfort—it was an anchor.

A rustle in the bushes caught their attention, pulling Damien's focus back to the task at hand. He motioned for Lena to stay back as he moved forward, gun drawn. The fog thickened, and the once-still water began to ripple unnaturally.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist—tall, cloaked in shadow, its face obscured. It moved with unnatural speed, lunging at Damien with a jagged blade. He fired, but the creature was fast, dodging his shots with ease. Lena joined the fight, her knife flashing in the moonlight as she struck at the attacker's side.

The fight was brutal, but Damien's instincts were sharp. With a well-placed shot, he hit the figure in the leg, causing it to stumble. Lena took advantage, driving her knife into the assailant's chest. The figure let out a pained grunt before collapsing to the ground.

Damien crouched beside the body, pulling back the hood. It wasn't a creature—it was a man, his face twisted in fury and pain. "He's the one," Damien said grimly, recognizing the murderer from the description.

Before they could catch their breath, the lake erupted. Something enormous broke the surface—a creature with scales like armor and eyes glowing a fierce green. The Lake Beast had risen, drawn by the blood.

Lena grabbed Damien's hand, pulling him back as the beast surged forward, its massive jaws snapping where they had just stood. "Damien!" she shouted, her voice full of urgency. Explore more at empire

With quick reflexes, Damien led her toward the trees. "We need to lure it into the open!"

They ran together, hearts pounding, the beast's roar echoing behind them. As they reached the clearing, Damien felt a rush of adrenaline. "I've got an idea," he said, glancing at Lena with a mix of determination and something deeper.

She smiled, a flicker of trust and something more. "Let's finish this."