Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

Mira didn't remember deciding.

One moment, the tether strained between her and Elena; the next, it snapped.

The sound was not a sound at all but a sensation—like every bone in her body vibrating until they threatened to shatter. The cracked sky collapsed inward, dragging the ash plain with it in a spiraling whirl of black and gray. The dead figures dissolved into streams of pale dust, each fragment streaking toward the fissures above.

And Elena…

She smiled. Not the warm, crooked grin Mira remembered, but a calm, final smile—like someone stepping into a fire they'd already accepted. The gray in her eyes deepened, swallowing the last traces of brown. Her outline blurred, bones and skin becoming a shifting shadow.

"You'll forget my face," Elena said. Her voice was already receding, carried away on a wind Mira couldn't feel.

"No—" Mira tried to step forward, but her legs moved through a thickening fog. Her hands passed right through Elena's fading figure.

The Maw's presence curled around her again, colder than the deepest night.

Bound to breath, unbound from shadow. The debt is paid.

Light tore through the world, blinding her. She felt herself pulled upward—no, dragged—through the collapsing sky. Every heartbeat pounded like a drum in her ears. The air returned, sharp and cold.

When Mira's vision cleared, she was lying on the cracked floor of the barricade building. The smell hit her first—rot, smoke, blood. Her fingers clawed at the ground just to be sure it was solid. She was back.

But something was wrong.

The street outside was too quiet. The moaning shuffle of the dead—the constant, dreadful backdrop—was gone. She rose unsteadily and staggered to the doorway.

The world was empty.

Buildings stood in ruins, but no shambling corpses stumbled between them. No flocks of carrion birds circled above. Even the wind seemed to have died.

A sound broke the stillness—a faint clinking, like chains dragging across stone. Mira turned.

Elena was standing in the street.

Only… it wasn't Elena anymore.

Her form was solid again, but wrong—her limbs too long, her joints bending a fraction too far. Shadows clung to her like wet cloth, trailing behind with each step. Her eyes glowed faintly, twin coals in the pale mask of her face. The air around her warped, as if refusing to touch her.

"You came back," Mira whispered.

Elena tilted her head. Her lips moved, but the voice that answered came from everywhere.

"The Maw walks now."

Mira stumbled backward, her mind reeling. The Maw hadn't claimed her—but it hadn't stayed behind either. It had chosen a vessel.

And it had chosen Elena.

The chain sound grew louder, echoing from the shadow that stretched far beyond Elena's feet. It moved with a will of its own, reaching toward Mira like an invitation—or a threat.

"Mira," Elena said softly, the human tone flickering back for an instant. "Run."

Then the sky turned black again.