Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The sun was setting as our squad entered a desolate village. The place seemed abandoned, a ghost town with empty houses and overgrown streets. Not a single soul was in sight, and an unsettling silence hung in the air. We were on a mission, and this village was just a waypoint for the night. We set up camp, lighting a fire to fend off the creeping chill.

The day had passed without incident, but the night held a sense of foreboding that none of us could shake.

As darkness enveloped the village, we settled around the fire, trying to find some comfort in the warmth and light. The clock in the village square struck midnight, each chime echoing ominously through the empty streets. Suddenly, a cold wind swept through, and the atmosphere shifted. We felt it before we saw it—a presence, something unnatural.

From the shadows of the abandoned houses, figures began to emerge. At first, they were just shapes in the darkness, but as they drew closer, their forms became clear. Zombies. Hundreds of them, their hollow eyes glowing eerily in the moonlight. Their movements were slow but relentless, and the sheer number of them was overwhelming.

Panic set in, but our training kept us from falling apart. We quickly gathered our gear, keeping a close eye on the approaching horde. The firelight flickered, casting long, twisted shadows that only added to the horror of the scene. We knew we couldn’t stay; we had to leave the village before we were surrounded.

The night was filled with the sounds of shuffling feet and low, guttural moans. We moved as a unit, navigating through the maze of empty houses. Every alley seemed to lead to more zombies, but we pressed on, our focus on finding a way out. The moon hung high in the sky, illuminating our path with a ghostly glow.

As we ran, the village seemed to close in around us. The undead were everywhere, emerging from every corner, every shadow. Their numbers were staggering, a sea of decayed faces and outstretched hands. We fought our way through, using every ounce of strength and skill we had. Bullets flew, and the sharp sound of gunfire echoed through the night, but it seemed endless.

For every zombie we took down, more took its place.

We finally broke free, reaching the outskirts of the village. We could still hear the moans and see the figures moving in the distance, but we were out of immediate danger. We didn’t stop until we were a safe distance away, the village now a dark, ominous shape on the horizon.

We regrouped, catching our breath and taking stock of our situation. The night was still, the horror we had just escaped already feeling like a distant nightmare. But the memory of those undead eyes, glowing in the moonlight, would haunt us forever. The village, once just a waypoint, had become a place of terror, a midnight horror that none of us would ever forget.

As dawn broke, we continued our mission, leaving the forsaken village behind. But the experience had changed us. We had faced the undead and survived, but the encounter left its mark, a reminder of the darkness that can lurk in the most unexpected places.