Story 616: Shadows of the Undead

The air was thick with decay as General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger stood in the center of the desolate village, gripping his combat knife. The sky was a sickly gray, mirroring the lifeless corpses strewn across the ground. But these corpses did not remain still.

A low growl echoed through the ruins. The first zombie—a rotting soldier in tattered fatigues—lurched forward, its hollow eyes fixed on Kruger. More followed, their twisted forms emerging from the shadows of broken buildings.

Kruger exhaled sharply, tightening his grip. “So, this is their new game?” he muttered, unholstering his sidearm. A precise headshot took down the first zombie, but the rest were undeterred, driven by an insatiable hunger.

From a nearby rooftop, Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook watched through his scope. "General, we got a horde incoming from the east. About thirty of them." His voice crackled over the radio.