Story 610: The Executioner’s Dance

The air was thick with the scent of burning wood and blood. The village had been reduced to smoldering ruins, its last screams now nothing but echoes in the wind. General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood amidst the carnage, his breath steady, his grip firm on the blade that had carved through dozens of lives.

His warpath was far from over.

He crouched beside a fallen enemy, his gloved fingers wrapping around the soldier’s dog tags. The insignia confirmed what Eva ‘Black Widow’ Morales had suspected earlier—these were not simple survivors. They were part of a hidden militia, trained and supplied. Someone in the shadows was resisting the undead overlord’s reign.

Kruger smirked. "Good. Let them come."

A sudden rustling from behind. Instinct took over.