The earth trembled with every step.
Not the kind of tremble you feel when a storm rolls in or a train rushes by.
No.
This was a deeper quake—one that gripped the soul and twisted the stomach. A monstrous rhythm. Heavy. Final. Like the heartbeat of death itself.
The creature was huge—towering above buildings, nearly scraping the clouds. Its body was a warped nightmare of meat and bone, stitched together by rot and rage. Grey-blue flesh peeled from its limbs like wet paper. Exposed muscle oozed pus and maggots. Its face—or what remained of it—was a mess of exposed teeth and hollow sockets. No eyes. Just darkness. Deep, endless darkness.
And it was hungry.
It had no name, no mercy, and no master—except for the Book of Shadows, now clutched in the hands of Lamia, who grinned somewhere far behind.
As the abomination marched across the land, it tore through Golden Gate, through the forests, through fields and farmland… straight toward Paradise High.
But it didn't travel alone.
Behind it followed an army.
Thousands.
Maybe tens of thousands.
Dead things that once had names. Families. Lives.
Now… monsters.
They dragged themselves across the earth—rotting corpses with empty stares and twisted bones. Some were missing half their faces, the remaining flesh hanging in wet strips. Others had gaping holes in their chests, ribs sticking out like claws. Many walked on shattered legs, bones poking through their skin, dragging intestines behind them like snakes on leashes.
Children.
Parents.
Soldiers.
Even animals twisted into undead beasts.
They all followed, groaning, hissing, shrieking.
And feeding.
They stormed through towns, devouring anything alive. One man tried to run—barefoot, shirtless, blood pouring from a head wound—but the undead pounced, tearing his arms from their sockets and shoving his own bones into his mouth.
A woman begged for mercy, clutching her baby.
The horde answered by peeling her skin off like fabric and chewing on her spine while the baby wailed, only to be crushed under the abomination's next step.
Children were yanked from their hiding spots in cars and closets, thrown like toys, their screams cutting short as rotting teeth met soft flesh.
A young boy, no older than ten, tried to fight back with a baseball bat.
He got two swings in—brave, foolish swings—before the giant stepped on him.
The bat flew into the air.
His body exploded beneath the creature's foot.
Red mist.
And the bat fell, clattering uselessly.
The abomination didn't even notice.
It just kept moving—unstoppable and uncaring.
Everywhere it walked, the ground died. Trees withered. Rivers turned black. Birds dropped from the sky mid-flight, their feathers catching fire in the poisoned air. The clouds above grew darker, crackling with unnatural lightning. Thunder didn't boom anymore—it screamed.
In its wake, the world looked like Hell had vomited on Earth.
A group of soldiers tried to hold a bridge. They came with guns, tanks, grenades.
All useless.
The undead climbed their vehicles, ripped open the cockpits, and dragged the screaming men out by their faces. One had his tongue ripped out first, then his eyes. Another was pulled apart, each limb passed around like a prize.
The abomination reached them last.
It bent over, scooped up a dozen in one swipe of its claw, and ate them.
Alive.
The crunching sounded like wet wood snapping.
And still—it moved forward.
Behind it, more dead rose.
Anyone it touched, anyone it stepped over, anyone left behind became part of the army. Their bodies shivered… then stood.
Broken but breathing again.
Only now—they weren't human.
They were his.
The creature let out a howl—a deep, bone-shattering roar that echoed for miles. Windows exploded. Dogs howled and ran in fear. The dead howled back like a choir of madness.
And then—it reached the gates of Paradise High.
Once the pride of the city.
Gold domes. Pristine white walls. Sparkling fountains.
Now?
Ash and ruin.
Smoke curled into the sky like black vines.
One building had already collapsed, its roof caved in and classrooms devoured by fire.
Students ran, screaming. Some were on fire, others covered in blood. Teachers tried to help—but they, too, were hunted.
The undead slammed through the gates like paper, flooding the courtyard.
A cheerleader screamed as she tripped over a corpse—her own teammate, now snarling and half-eaten. The creature bit into her leg, tearing muscle like string cheese.
A boy tried to climb the statue in the center of campus—but the abomination's foot came down, crushing him and the statue into the dirt.
Glass shattered everywhere.
The fountains ran red.
A marching band that had once practiced here now played the tune of death, their instruments twisted into weapons of gore. A trumpet jammed down a throat. A drum used as a head-smashing tool.
Blood rained.
The glamour, the beauty of Paradise High—it was gone.
All that remained was smoke, fire, and screams.
And the monster?
It stepped through the ruined gates, ducking under the burning archway.
And It looked down at the campus like a man admiring a garden.