Story 631: The Siege of Black Hollow

The desert winds howled across the ancient ruins of Black Hollow, a once-forgotten fortress now serving as the last line of defense for the surviving Resistance fighters. The sun bled across the horizon, painting the sky in shades of crimson and fire, a fitting backdrop to the nightmare about to unfold.

Standing atop the jagged stone entrance, General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger crossed his arms, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his crimson beret. His eyes, however, burned with absolute certainty—the certainty of a predator who had already won.

Behind him, ranks of undead warriors stood motionless, their bodies grotesquely enhanced by the Necrostrain virus. Their flesh was a patchwork of decay and bio-augmentation, their eyes hollow voids that pulsed with an eerie glow. This was his army, his masterpiece—the Legion of the Damned.