Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition Chapter 1387: Story 1387: She Hid the Truth

Chapter 1387: Story 1387: She Hid the Truth

I should’ve known.

The way she looked over her shoulder every ti we rested.

The way she flinched when I ntioned the na “Jonas.”

The way her hand lingered on her backpack, like it held more than supplies.

But I didn’t ask.

Because love makes you blind.

And the apocalypse makes you grateful for even broken company.

Her na was Nyla.

Sharp-tongued.

Stronger than she looked.

She once beat two raiders unconscious with a fire extinguisher and didn’t lose her breath.

But around , she was quiet. Tender, even.

I thought I knew her.

I was wrong.

It happened near the coast.

We found a radio tower barely standing—an old place for ergency broadcasts, long abandoned.

We decided to camp there.

Nyla said she needed ti to “check sothing.”

I thought she ant rest.

Instead, I caught her whispering into a still-powered transmitter.

A na I hadn’t heard in months: Jonas.

My brother.

Missing since the outbreak at Millstone General.

Presud dead.

“Who were you talking to?” I asked, stepping into the room.

She flinched.

Then lied: “Static. I was just testing the signal.”

But I saw the tremble in her lip.

The way her fingers clenched the radio like it might turn to dust if she let go.

I waited.

I didn’t push.

Didn’t shout.

Just looked at her the way you look at soone you thought you could trust.

That’s when she broke.

“Jonas is alive,” she whispered.

I felt the floor vanish under .

“He found months ago. He… he made promise not to tell anyone—not even you. Said it was for your own good.”

My hands curled into fists.

“For my good? He was my brother. My blood.”

Tears welled in her eyes.

She stepped closer. “He was infected… but resisting it. Changing slower. Said there were people studying him. A cure, maybe.”

I took a step back.

All this ti… she knew.

“He didn’t want you to hope,” she said.

“Didn’t want you to co looking. He knew you’d never stop.”

I turned away.

Because she was right.

The silence between us was worse than any zombie’s growl.

I left her that night.

Didn’t say goodbye.

But I took the transmitter.

Now, I scan frequencies every night.

Calling out his na like a ghost in the wires.

No reply.

Maybe he’s gone.

Maybe she was lying about all of it.

Or maybe she was trying to protect …

The way I once protected her.

Love and lies are twins in this world.

We keep secrets to save the people we care about.

But so truths fester.

So wounds don’t bleed—they whisper.

She hid the truth.

And now I live inside the echo of it.