Story 210: The Iron Fortress

Damien Rook stood before the towering gates of the Iron Fortress, its rusted walls stretching high into the darkening sky. The fortress had once been a prison for the world’s most dangerous criminals, but after the outbreak, it became something much worse. Rumors whispered of a warlord who had taken control, using the fortress as a base to command his army of the undead. This warlord was no ordinary man—he was a Revenant General, a lieutenant of the Zombie King himself.

The gates groaned open slowly as Damien and Lena approached, their weapons ready. A thick cloud of ash and dust hung in the air, making it hard to see beyond a few feet. Lena glanced at Damien, her face tense. “You sure this is the place?”

“It has to be,” Damien muttered, tightening his grip on his revolver. “The Revenant General is here. If we take him down, we’ll cut off a major force of the King’s army.”