Story 637: Blades and Blood

The eerie silence of the ruined outpost was broken only by the distant growls of the undead. General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger crouched low, his grip tightening around the hilt of his combat knife. The bloodstains on its blade weren’t fresh, but they would be soon.

He exhaled slowly. He could sense them—Flesh Revenants, Wolfe’s abominations. Unlike the mindless husks of the standard undead, these creatures retained memories of their past lives, and worse—they knew how to hunt.

Kruger licked his lips. "Let them come."

From the shadows, the first Revenant lunged. Its eyes burned with unnatural rage, its tactical gear torn but still functional. The beast moved with terrifying speed, its jagged blade slicing the air. Kruger barely twisted in time, feeling the cold rush of steel grazing his shoulder.

Close. Too close.