Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 388 Story : Into the Fray

The night was alive with tension as Zara led the group away from the clearing. The soft crunch of boots against the forest floor felt deafening in the silence. Every step she took brought them deeper into the King's territory, but there was no turning back now.

"Where are we going?" the wiry man, Davis, whispered harshly.

"Somewhere safer," Zara replied without turning. Her eyes scanned every shadow, every tree. The forest could turn into an ambush at any second. "If you want to stand a chance against him, you need intel. Supplies. A real plan—not a desperate last stand."

The woman with the scar, Liv, pushed ahead to walk beside Zara. Her voice was hushed but firm. "We're done running. We've seen too many people vanish without a trace. If you think we're just going to hide—"

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"I'm not asking you to hide." Zara's tone was sharp but controlled. "I'm asking you to be smart."

Liv fell silent, her defiance meeting the steel in Zara's gaze. For all their talk of fighting back, they were amateurs—brave but reckless. Zara couldn't afford recklessness.

After an hour of navigating through dense underbrush, Zara held up her hand, signaling the group to stop. She crouched low and motioned for Davis to follow.

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"What is it?" he whispered, his voice a nervous tremor.

"An old supply drop," Zara muttered, pointing to a broken-down bunker entrance hidden beneath a tangle of roots and moss. She had used it before—years ago—back when the apocalypse was still young, and she worked with people who thought the end could be survived.

Zara gripped the edge of the metal hatch and yanked it open. The groaning hinges sent a chill up her spine. Too loud. She froze, listening. Nothing yet.

"Inside," she ordered.

The group hesitated before one by one, they climbed into the dark bunker. Zara followed last, sealing the entrance behind them.

The bunker smelled of dust and decay, but it was still intact. Her flashlight beam swept across rusted shelves, scattered tools, and empty crates—until it landed on a box tucked in the corner. Zara approached and opened it, her chest tightening as she found exactly what she needed: weapons. Ammunition. And maps.

"This will do," she muttered to herself.

"Holy hell…" Davis breathed, eyeing the guns like treasure.

Zara handed Liv one of the rifles. "Your plan to fight back just got legs. But first, we train. You need discipline, tactics, and survival skills, or the King's enforcers will rip you apart."

The group looked at her with both hope and doubt. "Why are you helping us?" Liv asked softly.

Zara paused, her jaw tightening. "Because I've seen what he does. And I won't let him win."

As she stared at the map, her mind was already calculating. The King had ruled unchecked for too long. This wasn't just a fight for survival—it was a war. And Zara Kincaid was ready to lead it.