Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The sky above the ruined cathedral was a sickly shade of gray, thick with an unnatural fog. The ZETU team stood before the ancient stone structure, their weapons raised.

"These readings are off the charts," Ethan "Brain" O'Connor muttered, his tablet flickering. "There's something in there… something huge."

Marcus Kane nodded. "We breach on my count."

As they stepped closer, they saw them.

Hundreds of mummified corpses, their withered flesh stretched taut over bones, were bound to the pillars of the cathedral. Chains and thorned vines wrapped around their bodies, locking them in place like prisoners of time itself. Their empty eye sockets stared outward, and yet… they felt alive.

Jenna "Blaze" Hart shuddered. "What the hell is this?"

Riley "Quick Shot" Bennett knelt, examining the rusted chains. "These aren't just for show," she said. "Someone—or something—tried to keep them contained."

Then one of the corpses moved.

A slow, unnatural twitch.

The team froze.

Another body shifted, its joints cracking like dry branches.

One by one, the Chained Ones awakened.

A grotesque wail filled the air as they thrashed against their bindings. Their mouths split open, revealing jagged black teeth, their tongues writhing like serpents.

"Oh, hell no," Derek "Shield" Coleman growled, raising his riot shield.

Marcus barked, "Fire at will!"

Gunfire erupted, tearing into the undead husks. But their wounds did not bleed—instead, black tendrils oozed from their injuries, desperately trying to stitch them back together.

"They're regenerating!" Ethan shouted. "This isn't just a virus—this is necromantic energy!"

Suddenly, the chains began to break—one by one.

The Chained Ones lunged forward, unleashing horrifying shrieks that made the air itself vibrate.

Lila "Huntress" Navarro rolled aside, dual pistols blazing, her shots aimed at their limbs. "Slow them down!" she ordered.

Jenna pulled out an incendiary grenade. "Let's see how they like fire." She hurled it into the mass of creatures. Flames erupted, licking up their bodies—but the vines absorbed the heat, blackening but not burning.

"They're resisting the fire!" she yelled.

"They were sealed here for a reason," Marcus muttered. "We need to find out why."

Then, a voice echoed from deep inside the cathedral.

"You should not have come."

The fog thickened, and from the darkness, a figure emerged—a towering wraith, its face hidden beneath a rotting hood, its hands ending in elongated claws wrapped in more of the cursed chains.

The Warden of the Chained.

Marcus reloaded his shotgun.

"Well," he said grimly. "Guess we're not leaving without a fight."