Story 625: Firestorm of the Undead

The Northern Resistance Stronghold was in chaos. Alarms blared as the fortress walls shook from relentless bombardment. The sky was a darkened abyss, choked with smoke and fire. General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger stood at the frontlines, his muscular frame bare, his body painted with blood and war. His crimson beret sat firm, and in his right hand, his custom magnum roared, spewing death into the enemy ranks.

The Resistance soldiers scrambled for cover, their defenses crumbling under the weight of Kruger’s Death Brigade. These were no ordinary zombies. They moved with tactical precision, their undead bodies enhanced by Kruger’s brutal experiments.

Kruger’s eyes gleamed with malice as he watched his creations tear through human flesh with mechanized efficiency. He turned to Revenant-One, the leader of his Death Brigade. “Advance. Leave no one breathing.”