Story 615: Shadows in the Fog

A dense mist clung to the desolate village, wrapping the abandoned buildings in an eerie embrace. General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood at the center of the ruined square, his crimson beret barely visible through the haze. His gloved hand gripped a battered radio, static hissing through the speaker.

"Rook. Morales. Report."

Silence.

Kruger’s sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. The village had been abandoned for years, left to rot after the initial outbreak. Now, it was nothing more than a ghost town—a perfect place for an ambush.

He crouched, running his fingers along the damp ground. Fresh footprints. Someone had been here recently.

A sudden crackle burst from the radio. "Kruger… Morales here… we’re not alone."

Kruger brought the radio to his lips. "Stay in position. Do not engage until my signal."