The Last Four
The rain had stopped, but the city still smelled of death. Arjun, Karthik, Maya, and Rohan stood frozen inside the abandoned metro station, listening. Somewhere in the darkness, something was breathing—but not like a human. It was slow, wet, and hungry.
“Tell me that noise is just water dripping,” Rohan whispered, gripping a broken iron rod.
Maya shook her head. “That’s not water.”
A scream echoed from the tunnel.
Then another.
Then silence.
The lights flickered on for one second, and that single moment burned into their minds—dozens of figures standing at the far end of the platform. Twisted bodies. Bent legs. Heads hanging loosely from broken necks. Their eyes glowed pale in the dark.
The lights went out.
The moaning began.
“RUN!” Arjun shouted.
They sprinted through the station as footsteps dragged behind them—too many to count. Karthik slipped on blood-slick tiles but Maya pulled him up just as fingers brushed his ankle.
They burst into the control room and slammed the door shut.
BANG.
BANG.
The door dented inward.
Rohan blocked it with a metal shelf while Arjun searched the room. “No exit… no weapons… we’re trapped.”
The banging stopped.
For three seconds, there was only silence.
Then came scratching—from the ceiling.
Karthik slowly looked up. His face turned white. “Guys…”
The ceiling panel dropped.
A zombie fell straight down between them.
Its jaw was missing. Its tongue dragged across the floor as it screamed. Maya stabbed it with a screwdriver, but before they could breathe, hands burst through the walls—dozens of them.
The room became chaos.
Rohan was grabbed first. He screamed as teeth sank into his shoulder. “DON’T WAIT FOR ME!”
Arjun pulled Maya and Karthik through a side vent as Rohan’s screams turned into gurgling laughter.
They crawled through the dark, hearing Rohan’s voice behind them.
“Arjun… help me…”
Maya froze. “That’s not him.”
They dropped into a parking garage.
At the centre stood Rohan.
Smiling.
His eyes were white.
“Why did you leave me?” he asked.
From the shadows, hundreds of zombies stepped forward—slow, silent, surrounding them.
Karthik backed away, shaking. “We’re dead.”
Arjun tightened his grip on a flare gun he’d found earlier. “No. We make them burn.”
He fired.
The garage lit up in flames, shadows screaming on the walls. Zombies howled as fire spread. Maya and Karthik ran—but Arjun didn’t follow. He turned back as hands grabbed him.
“Go!” he shouted.
Maya screamed his name as Karthik dragged her away.
They escaped into the night.
Behind them, the city burned.
And somewhere in the fire, Arjun’s scream faded into a low, familiar moan.
The next morning, Maya and Karthik heard footsteps behind them.
Slow.
Dragging.
And a voice whispered:
“Friends… don’t run.”
The world was no longer theirs.
It belonged to the dead.
By A. Aniruthan
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