Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The dawn was a pale gray, cloaked in mist that curled through the crumbled remains of the once-bustling city. Damien Rook tightened the straps on his gear, his machete and shotgun secure as he turned to Clara. Her sharp eyes swept the horizon, sniper rifle slung across her back. The silence between them spoke volumes, a quiet acknowledgment of the dangers ahead.

Their target was the Riverway Bridge—a rusted behemoth that connected the ruins to the outskirts of the Zombie King's domain. If they could take control of it, they'd cut off one of the King's main supply lines and gain a critical foothold for the final assault.

"We're burning daylight," Damien said, his voice low.

Clara nodded, her hand briefly brushing his arm as she passed. It was an unspoken gesture, one of solidarity and quiet concern. For all her toughness, Damien saw the weight she carried—like him, she had lost everything.

The bridge loomed in the distance, its twisted metal and cracked asphalt lined with decaying vehicles. As they approached, the air grew thick with the stench of rot and decay. Clara climbed a nearby scaffold for a vantage point, while Damien moved forward, machete at the ready.

"Three sentries ahead," Clara whispered through her earpiece. "And... something big lurking under the bridge."

Damien's grip tightened on his weapon. He crept forward, dispatching the first sentry with a swift, silent strike. The second turned too late, his scream muffled as Damien's blade found its mark. The third managed to sound an alarm before Clara's shot silenced him.

The ground beneath them trembled. A low growl echoed from the depths of the bridge, and then it emerged—a hulking creature, half-zombie, half-machine, its arms reinforced with steel plating and its glowing red eyes locked on Damien.

"What in the hell is that?" Clara gasped, her rifle trained on the beast.
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"A problem," Damien muttered.

The creature charged, its massive frame crashing through abandoned cars like toys. Damien dodged its first swipe, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow. Clara's shots rang out, each bullet sparking off the metal plating but doing little to slow it.

Damien leaped onto the creature's back, his machete plunging into the exposed flesh near its neck. The beast roared, bucking wildly. Clara took her chance, firing a precise shot into the creature's glowing eye. It howled, its movements faltering, and Damien drove his blade deeper until the beast collapsed in a heap.

Breathing heavily, Damien slid off the corpse. "The King's getting creative."

Clara joined him, her face pale but determined. "If that's what he's sending now, what's waiting for us in his fortress?"

"We'll find out," Damien said, his eyes hard. "But first, we take this bridge."

They secured the area, planting explosives to ensure the King couldn't reclaim the bridge. As the charges detonated, the explosion lit up the horizon—a signal of defiance, a warning that the King's reign was crumbling.

The fight was far from over, but for the first time, Damien felt they had the upper hand.