Story 618: Blood in the Sand

The wind howled through the ruined settlement, carrying the stench of rotting flesh. General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood at the entrance of a decayed wooden shack, gripping his combat knife tightly. The blade was already stained with the dark ichor of the undead, but the battle was far from over.

Behind him, a fire crackled weakly, casting flickering shadows against the walls. The bodies of fallen zombies littered the ground, some still twitching as the infection struggled to keep them moving. But Kruger didn’t waste a second. He had learned the hard way—always make sure they stay down.

With a grunt, he drove his knife into the skull of the nearest twitching corpse, the sickening crunch of bone shattering beneath his blade. The body convulsed once, then lay still.