Story 605: March of the Dead

The scent of blood and gunpowder still lingered in the ruins of the old city as General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger marched forward, his heavy boots echoing through the desolate corridor. The remnants of the last human resistance had been crushed, their screams fading into the void. With his bloodstained combat knife still clutched in his massive hand, he moved with the calm authority of a warlord who had already claimed victory.

Behind him, his elite squad followed in disciplined silence. Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook slung his shotgun over his shoulder, his smirk betraying his hunger for more bloodshed. Eva "Black Widow" Morales adjusted the straps on her throwing knives, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any survivors to toy with. Baron "Grave Titan" Kane cracked his knuckles, ready to crush anything that dared to stand in their way. Reaper-77 marched without emotion, its cybernetic optics glowing in the darkness.