Crack in the Sky

Crack in the Sky

It began on an ordinary evening, with no warning, no signal of the cataclysm to come. A strange hum filled the air, vibrating through the earth, faint at first, like the sound of distant thunder. The group of friends had gathered at Sam’s house as they often did, sharing a few beers and chatting about nothing important. But that night, something was different. There was an eerie calm in the air, a feeling of anticipation, like the universe itself was holding its breath.

Sam had been the first to notice it, the strange signal radiating through the airwaves. It came through his old radio, a relic he’d picked up at a thrift store, one that somehow picked up frequencies that others couldn’t. It was static at first, dissonant and foreign, but then a pattern began to emerge—a low frequency, almost like a pulse, that repeated at intervals.

“What the hell is that?” Mike asked, his eyes narrowing as he leaned over Sam’s shoulder, staring at the crackling radio.

The signal was unlike anything they had ever heard before. It wasn’t music. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t even from Earth. There was something almost haunting in its rhythm, a sound that seemed to bypass reason, straight into their subconscious.

Then, suddenly, it stopped.

For a moment, the room was still. The sound faded, but the effects had already begun.

Sam, Mike, and the others—Rachel, Dave, and Sarah—felt it almost immediately. A rush of heightened senses, a clarity of thought they hadn’t experienced before. Colors seemed more vivid. The air felt heavier, as if they could reach out and touch it. Their hearing sharpened, every distant noise suddenly clear. They could hear the faint hum of the fridge, the ticking of the clock in the corner. Everything felt… alive. Their minds raced with ideas, thoughts, and connections they hadn’t made before.

“Did anyone else hear that?” Rachel asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

“Yeah. I… I feel different,” Sam replied, his voice shaky as he stood up and walked across the room. His feet didn’t seem to touch the ground—he moved with an unsettling grace.

But as the minutes passed, the effects turned darker.

Their heightened senses soon became overwhelming. They could no longer filter out the noise of the world around them. The sound of their hearts beating seemed deafening. The hum of electricity was constant in the background. Each breath felt like it was ripping through their chests, too fast, too shallow. Their minds, once racing with clarity, now filled with conflicting thoughts, images, and impulses. They couldn’t separate the noise from their own consciousness. It became unbearable.

“What’s happening?” Sarah gasped, clutching her head. “It’s too much… I can’t think. It’s… too loud!”

Her body stiffened, her eyes growing wide with panic. The others were no better off. Sam felt his vision blur, his body twitching as a strange pressure built inside his skull. His limbs shook, and his hands curled into fists, almost uncontrollably. He tried to speak, to call out to his friends, but the words wouldn’t come. His throat felt constricted.

And then, the hunger came.

It wasn’t just physical hunger—it was a need, a ravenous desire to consume. Sam, overwhelmed by the growing sensation in his mind and body, turned to Rachel. She was shaking, her face pale, her eyes wild. Before he even knew what was happening, his hands were on her. His fingers dug into her skin, ripping at her clothes, pulling her towards him.

Rachel screamed, but it was a scream full of desperation, of terror. She tried to push him away, but her strength was no match for the animalistic power that had overtaken him. His mouth opened, and before he could even process it, his teeth sank into her flesh. The blood, hot and salty, filled his mouth as he tore into her neck, the sound of tearing skin and flesh echoing in the room.

The others stood frozen for a moment, but it didn’t last. Mike rushed to help, but as he got close, his body, too, was overtaken. The hunger surged through him, and in a moment of blind instinct, he lunged at Dave, sinking his teeth into his shoulder.

The room erupted into chaos. The friends, once close, once family, were now turning on each other, driven by an insatiable need to feed. The transformation wasn’t just physical—it was mental. Their minds, once sharp and clear, had dissolved into a haze of violence and rage. They had become something else. Something unrecognizable.

The infection spread quickly. It wasn’t long before they were no longer able to differentiate friend from foe. Their bodies, now twisted, no longer moved with grace. Their flesh rotted as they continued to tear through their friends and family, consuming what remained of humanity in a grotesque frenzy.

Sam’s thoughts were fractured, broken pieces of memory and instinct. He barely recognized the faces of his friends as he devoured them. The hunger was too much to resist. His mind wasn’t his own anymore.

The house was quiet now, save for the sounds of flesh tearing and bones cracking. The last of his humanity had been consumed, leaving behind only an unrelenting need for more. Sam stumbled outside, his limbs stiff, his vision blurred. His body was decaying, but he felt nothing anymore—nothing but the gnawing, endless hunger.

The world outside was already changing. As the infected spread, entire neighborhoods fell. People who had heard the signal, who had been touched by it, began to change. Their minds and bodies fell apart, replaced by something darker.

The transformation spread across the world at a speed that no one could have predicted. Governments collapsed, communication was lost, and the cities, once teeming with life, became abandoned wastelands. The infected roamed the streets, mindless and ravenous, hunting for anything still living.

The signal from the stars had opened the door to a new era—one where the dead walked, driven by a hunger that couldn’t be sated. And there was no way to stop it. There was no redemption.

The world had been consumed, not by an alien invasion, but by the minds of those who had heard the call—a call from deep space, one that promised power, but instead brought only destruction.

The last remnants of humanity were lost, swallowed whole by the dark, unrelenting hunger that had begun in Sam’s house, and spread across the world. And in the end, the silence that followed was deafening, as the earth stood still—inhabited only by the creatures that had once been human, now mere shadows of what they had been.