Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition Chapter 1357: Story 1357: I Heard Her Scream My Name

Chapter 1357: Story 1357: I Heard Her Scream My Na

We were separated for only thirteen minutes.

But in a world where every second was a gamble, that might as well have been a lifeti.

The plan was simple:

She would raid the pharmacy, I’d secure the alley.

We’d et back at the butcher’s shop, where the freezer still locked from the inside.

But nothing stays simple in the ruins.

I should’ve known sothing was wrong the mont the silence grew too loud.

Even the wind stopped whispering.

Then I heard it—shattering glass, a thud, a muffled curse.

And then—

She scread my na.

“Leo!”

Not a casual shout.

Not a call.

A scream that ripped from the core of her being.

Like sothing had taken hold of her breath and torn it in half.

I ran.

The pharmacy door was hanging off its hinges, swinging like a broken jaw.

Inside, the shelves were overturned, pills scattered like confetti of the dead.

I saw her crouched behind the counter, struggling.

A ghoul had her by the leg—bony fingers sunk deep into her calf.

Blood stread down her shin, soaking into the dust-covered tiles.

When she saw , her eyes—those brave, furious eyes—shouted louder than her voice ever could.

I didn’t hesitate.

My axe found the creature’s skull before I even processed my steps.

It let out a gurgling hiss, then slumped like a puppet cut from strings.

She collapsed beside it, gasping.

I dropped to my knees.

“You scread,” I said. “I heard you scream my na.”

She nodded, shaking, teeth gritted. “You ca.”

“Always.”

We barricaded ourselves in the back storage room.

No ti to stitch the wound.

I pressed my shirt to it, tied it tight with wire ripped from a busted light.

“You could’ve died,” I whispered.

“I knew you’d co,” she said, gripping my wrist.

“I scread because I knew you’d hear it.”

That broke more than the wound ever could.

The infected returned, sniffing at the blood trail like wolves.

We had to move.

She limped, leaning on .

But her fire didn’t fade.

“You carried when I was weak,” she said through the pain.

“Now let scream your na in triumph soday.”

That night, as we reached the butcher’s freezer and shut ourselves in, she slept on my chest.

Her breath steady.

Her pulse fragile but alive.

The silence returned.

But it wasn’t empty.

It was filled with the echo of her voice.

Of the one mont that reminded we were still human—

Still capable of love, loyalty, and response.

Because when soone screams your na in this world…

You don’t question.

You run.