Story 633: The Bloodied Ascent

The iron scaffolding groaned under the weight of General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger as he climbed higher into the ruined industrial complex. His black fatigues were streaked with the fresh blood of resistance fighters who had dared stand against him. Their corpses littered the lower levels, now nothing more than fodder for his undead army.

He reached the upper platform, where the last of the enemy’s command bunker was stationed. The air reeked of oil, metal, and decay—the stench of war that he had long since learned to embrace.

His combat knife dripped crimson, still warm from the last throat he had slit. He tightened his grip as he stepped forward, his boots crunching against shattered glass and bullet casings.

A desperate voice called out from the shadows.