Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition Chapter 710 - 710 Story 710 The Choir of the Damned

710: Story 710: The Choir of the Damned 710: Story 710: The Choir of the Damned The laughter still echoed.

A symphony of broken voices, stitched together in a grotesque chorus that gnawed at Kruger’s mind.

His vision blurred, his muscles locked, the remnants of Selene’s toxin gnawing at his nerves.

The air around him was thick, unnatural—alive with whispers that slithered through his ears.

Selene stood before him, her grin unchanged, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.

“Do you hear them, General?” she whispered, cocking her head as if listening to the laughter herself.

“The Choir of the Damned…

singing just for you.”

Kruger clenched his fists, forcing his legs to move despite the burning sickness in his veins.

He had faced horrors before—abominations that shattered weaker n—but Selene was different.

She enjoyed the tornt.

“Co now,” she sighed, twirling a strand of blood-streaked blonde hair, “at least tell it’s beautiful.”

Kruger lunged.

His knife slashed through the air, but Selene danced away effortlessly, laughing as she spun.

His second strike t the sa fate.

She was toying with him, her movents unnatural—serpentine.

“Tsk tsk,” she teased.

“You wound , Kruger.

I offer you music, and you offer violence?”

A single gesture from her, and the dead lurched forward.

Kruger barely had ti to react, his instincts taking over as the first corpse grabbed his wrist, jagged bones piercing his skin.

He twisted free, his knife finding its throat, but another grasped his leg.

They sward him, their laughter never ceasing, hands clawing, teeth snapping.

And Selene watched.

Not attacking.

Just watching.

Smiling.

Kruger fought like a beast, his body moving through pure survival.

His knife buried itself into one skull, then another.

His boot shattered rotting ribs, sending a ghoul sprawling.

The air stank of death, but he pushed forward.

He had to get out.

Selene sighed.

“Fine, fine.

I suppose I’ve had my fun.”

She raised a single gloved hand, fingers snapping together.

The dead froze.

Then, in perfect unison, they took a step back.

Their laughter ceased imdiately.

The silence that followed was worse.

Much worse.

Kruger steadied himself, breathing hard.

Selene stepped closer, her grin softening into sothing…

almost affectionate.

“You fight well,” she murmured.

“Better than most.

It’s a sha, really.”

Her hand reached for his face, black nails just brushing his skin before he jerked away.

She chuckled.

“Oh, don’t look so angry.

I’ll let you live… for now.”

The Choir of the Damned slowly turned away, disappearing into the fog.

Kruger knew better than to trust her rcy.

As he stumbled from the battlefield, her voice followed him, soft as a lover’s whisper.

“You’ll co back to soon, General.

They always do.”