Story 619: The Silent Warzone

The sky was a dull, lifeless gray, stretching over the ruined remains of what had once been a peaceful village. General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood motionless in the street, his gloved fingers tightening around the grip of his pistol. His sharp eyes scanned the eerie silence, searching for movement among the skeletal remains of houses.

The dead were here. He could feel them.

Kruger holstered his pistol and pulled his combat knife from his belt. The blade gleamed under the weak daylight, a weapon that had seen more battles than most men could endure. He took a slow step forward, boots crunching against the dirt. The entire area smelled of death and decay, a scent that had become all too familiar.

From the distant church tower, Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook’s voice crackled in his earpiece.

“General, I’ve got visuals on three hostiles. No heat signatures—definitely undead.”