Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition

The scream hung in the air, stretched until it was no longer a sound but a vibration—the plain itself trembling beneath its pitch. The vessels echoed her perfectly, their bodies convulsing as flames licked from fissures in their forms. The resonance collapsed into a single pulse that rippled outward like a heartbeat too vast for the earth to hold.

The ground shattered. Black glass erupted in jagged waves, curling like teeth around the circle of vessels. Above, the sky did not heal from its fractures; the cracks widened, glowing as though another world of fire pressed against the surface, eager to break through.

Mira shielded her face from the radiance, but her voice cut through the roar.

"Elena, stop! Every time they scream, you're giving them more of you!"

Elena's body flickered. Her outline jittered like a flame in wind, parts of her phasing translucent before reforming. She clutched her chest, but her hands met only heat, her fingers sliding through the glowing lattice of her ribs as though she were made of air and fire.

"I—I can't stop it," she choked. Her voice layered with theirs again, multiplied into a choir that made her words sound both divine and monstrous. "They need me."

"No," Mira snapped, shards slashing through the air as if carving her denial into the plain itself. "They don't need you—they're feeding on you."

The vessels rose in unison. Their faceless heads tilted upward, their burning arms spread wide. Fire streamed from their chests into the fissures of the plain, seeding the cracks with molten veins that pulsed like arteries. The ground itself was becoming another body, another vessel.

Elena stumbled, every pulse dragging at her bones. "They're… inside everything."

Her flame surged wildly, and with it, the vessels' forms sharpened. Some sprouted spines of crystal fire, others elongated limbs that split and folded like mirrors of her fear. Each mutation resonated with something in her—a memory, a fracture, a wound. They weren't just multiplying her.

They were devouring her shape.

Mira rushed forward, gripping Elena's arms even as her skin seared against the heat. "Then choose, Elena. Don't let them shape you—shape them!"

Elena's vision blurred, the vessels swarming her mind with reflections of herself—hundreds, thousands, each pulling at her flame. For a moment she felt herself unravel entirely, threads of fire scattering into their hollow frames. The choir whispered again, softer, coaxing:

"No self. No single. Only many."

Her knees buckled. Her ember wavered.

And then she saw Mira—not as a vessel, not multiplied, but singular. Defiant. The shards around her cut through the firestorm without dimming. One shape, sharp and unbroken.

Elena's ember flared, seizing on that thought. Not many. Not hollow. One.

Her scream returned, but this time it bent inward. The vessels writhed, their fire recoiling, tethered chains snapping taut. The mutations froze mid-shift. Elena's body blazed so bright the plain itself shrieked, molten veins halting under the command.

The vessels trembled, faceless heads bowed, their resonance silenced. For one impossible breath, Elena's will eclipsed theirs.

And then the third flame above flickered—dimmer than before, as if watching the price she had paid to win that breath.