Story 626: Inferno of Dominion

The Northern Resistance Stronghold lay in ruins, its walls charred and crumbling. Fires roared, illuminating the night as smoke coiled into the starless sky. General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger stood amid the devastation, his muscular chest bare, streaked with blood and soot. His magnum pistol spat flames, cutting down the last of the fleeing survivors.

The stronghold’s defenses had been formidable, but they were no match for the Death Brigade—Kruger’s elite cadre of sentient undead soldiers. Each was a grotesque blend of human and monster, a testament to his ruthless ingenuity.

A desperate Resistance fighter burst from a burning building, his rifle raised in trembling hands. Kruger turned smoothly, squeezing the trigger. The magnum roared, the bullet tearing through the man’s skull with brutal efficiency.

From behind a collapsed wall, Sergeant Darius ‘Hellhound’ Rook emerged, his shotgun smoking. “All clear on the west side, General. No sign of any more runners.”