A quiet night in Maplewood turns into a nightmare when nurse Jenny Carter notices eerie figures emerging from the fog. Realizing they are undead, she locks herself inside the clinic as zombi

                                                                   The Night They Came

The town of Maplewood lay under a thick veil of fog, silent and unaware of the horror lurking beyond the tree line. The streets were empty, save for the occasional flickering streetlight and the rustling of wind through abandoned alleyways 

Jenny Carter, a night-shift nurse at Maplewood Clinic, was finishing her paperwork when she heard the noise—a slow, dragging shuffle outside. She glanced at the clock. 2:13 AM. Too late for pedestrians, too early for deliveries.  

Curious, she walked to the clinic's glass door and peered outside. The fog distorted her vision, but she could make out a figure standing under the streeA quiet night in Maplewood, a small town tucked away in the woods, took a sinister turn when nurse Jenny Carter, finishing her shift at the local clinic, noticed strange figures emerging from the thick fog that had rolled in. At first, she thought it was just her tired eyes playing tricks, but as the figures drew closer, their unnatural movements made her blood run cold. Shuffling, their faces blank and grotesque, they were unmistakably undead.

Heart racing, Jenny slammed the clinic door shut and locked it. Her hands trembled as she fumbled for her phone, but the signal was dead. Panic crept up her spine as she tried to gather her wits. Her mind raced—what was happening? How had this nightmare come to life?

The creatures continued to gather outside, drawn to the clinic by some unseen force. Jenny knew she couldn’t stay holed up forever, but how could she survive the night when the town was swarming with the undead? Grabbing a scalpel from the nearest table, she steeled herself for whatever was to come. The fog outside thickened, and the eerie moans of the undead echoed in the distance. It was only a matter of time before they found a way in.tlight. The person swayed unsteadily, their head lolling to one side.  

"Sir? Are you alright?" Jenny called, pushing the door open slightly.  

The figure turned toward her. His face was deathly pale, eyes milky white, and his mouth hung open as if trying to speak but failing. His clothes were in tatters, soaked with something dark.  

Jenny took a step back. A sick feeling settled in her stomach.  

Then, more figures appeared from the fog, their movements slow and unnatural. A chorus of low, guttural groans filled the air, growing louder with each second. Dozens of them emerged, shambling toward the clinic.  

Jenny’s breath hitched. She rushed back inside, locking the door just as the first body crashed against the glass. Hands smeared with blood slapped against the surface, leaving streaks behind. Their jaws snapped hungrily, eyes hollow and unseeing.

Her hands trembled as she grabbed her phone, but there was no signal. The power flickered, and the lights dimmed. The emergency generator kicked in with a dull hum, casting eerie shadows across the room.  

She crept to the back of the clinic, searching for anything she could use as a weapon. A scalpel, a pair of scissors—nothing felt enough against what was outside.  

Then, the siren blared.  

A long, haunting wail echoed through the town. The same kind used during tornado warnings. But this wasn’t a storm.  

Jenny pressed her back against the cold wall, her mind racing. If the town had activated the siren, it meant this wasn’t an isolated event.  

Maplewood was under attack.  

The moans outside grew more frenzied, the glass creaking under their weight. Jenny knew it was only a matter of time before they got inside.  

A single thought filled her mind as she gripped the scalpel tighter.  

The apocalypse wasn’t coming.  

It was already here.

A quiet night in Maplewood turns into a nightmare when nurse Jenny Carter notices eerie figures emerging from the fog. Realizing they are undead, she locks herself inside the clinic as zombies swarm the streets. With no signal and the town’s siren wailing, she understands the terrifying truth—the apocalypse isn’t coming; it has already begun.

it is hard to realize that it has happened at night, oh God what can i do bow '''''A quiet night in Maplewood, a small town tucked away in the woods, took a sinister turn when nurse Jenny Carter, finishing her shift at the local clinic, noticed strange figures emerging from the thick fog that had rolled in. At first, she thought it was just her tired eyes playing tricks, but as the figures drew closer, their unnatural movements made her blood run cold. Shuffling, their faces blank and grotesque, they were unmistakably undead.

Heart racing, Jenny slammed the clinic door shut and locked it. Her hands trembled as she fumbled for her phone, but the signal was dead. Panic crept up her spine as she tried to gather her wits. Her mind raced—what was happening? How had this nightmare come to life?

The creatures continued to gather outside, drawn to the clinic by some unseen force. Jenny knew she couldn’t stay holed up forever, but how could she survive the night when the town was swarming with the undead? Grabbing a scalpel from the nearest table, she steeled herself for whatever was to come. The fog outside thickened, and the eerie moans of the undead echoed in the distance. It was only a matter of time before they found a way in.