Story 636: Rise of the Undead Overlord

The battlefield reeked of decay, the air thick with the moans of the reanimated. Bloodfang Kruger stood motionless atop a mound of corpses, his crimson beret barely disturbed by the wind. Around him, his Necro-Brigade lurched forward, soulless eyes glowing in the dim light, their rotting hands clutching rusted bayonets, sidearms, and jagged blades.

Dr. Sylvia "Plague Mistress" Voss stood at his side, tapping impatiently on her data pad, her sinister mind already calculating the next step in their unholy war. "Colonel Wolfe's forces have taken the eastern block," she reported. "And his Revenants… they’re evolving."

Kruger’s jaw tightened. "Explain."

"They’re not just following orders anymore," she continued, swiping to display grainy drone footage. "They’re thinking, adapting. They use cover, they communicate, and worst of all—they’re getting faster."