Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 929 Story Passengers of the Damned
929: Story 929: Passengers of the Damned
929: Story 929: Passengers of the Damned
The whistle of the train screamed through the night, a chilling sound that sent shivers through the battered survivors.
Mira’s breath was ragged as she stumbled onto the abandoned railway platform.
The sky above was a sickly blue, the moon glaring down like an unblinking eye.
“This place wasn’t here before,” Draven muttered, gripping his shotgun.
The tracks shimmered, pulsating as if they were alive.
Elias stepped forward, scanning the rusted metal that led into an endless void of darkness.
“This ain’t just a train.” He turned to Mira.
“This is a gateway, isn’t it?”
Before she could respond, a shadow slithered across the platform.
The sound of something wet and crawling echoed around them.
Zara pointed her dagger into the dark.
“We’re not alone.”
The Ghoul Trainmaster emerged, towering and spectral.
His face was a decayed mask, his conductor’s uniform rotting away in strips.
His eyes—hollow pits of blackness—locked onto the group.
“Board the train,” he rasped.
“Or be left behind with them.”
A chorus of whispers rose from the train cars.
Shapes twitched within the windows—ghoulish figures, their flesh stretched tight over skeletal frames.
Their eyes burned with unnatural hunger.
Mira’s fingers tightened around the Cursed Book.
“We don’t have a choice,” she said.
“If this train leads to the Rotting King’s domain, we need to be on it.”
Draven’s jaw clenched, but he nodded.
“Fine.
But we don’t go unarmed.”
The train doors groaned open, revealing a corridor of flickering lanterns and seats covered in old bloodstains.
The air reeked of decay.
As soon as they stepped inside, the doors slammed shut.
The train lurched forward, speeding through the void beyond the tracks.
Zara’s breath came fast.
“Something’s wrong—”
The windows darkened, revealing glimpses of shambling figures running alongside the train.
Their rotting fingers clawed at the glass, grinning mouths stretched unnaturally wide.
Then, the first passenger moved.
A hunched figure in the next seat twitched, its skeletal hands gripping the armrests.
The skin on its face peeled away in strips, revealing jagged teeth beneath.
“New travelers,” it hissed.
“Fresh flesh.”
The train exploded into chaos.
More passengers awoke, their decayed bodies lunging forward.
Draven fired his shotgun point-blank, the blast tearing through a ghoul’s chest—but it barely slowed.
Mira flipped open the Cursed Book, chanting frantically.
Sigils burned in the air, creating a barrier that forced some of the ghouls back.
Elias fired his revolver, silver bullets finding their marks.
“We need to get to the front!” he shouted.
“Before we’re all corpses riding this nightmare forever!”
At the front of the train, the Ghoul Trainmaster watched, his skeletal grin widening.
The real ride had just begun.
