Story 639: Burning Blood

The muzzle flash lit up the dark corridor, the deafening roar of gunfire drowning out the inhuman snarls that filled the air. General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger stood shirtless, his muscles glistening with sweat and blood, his crimson beret tilted on his head as he fired shot after shot into the wave of undead charging toward him.

Shell casings clattered against the cracked concrete, mixing with the shattered remains of Wolfe’s Flesh Revenants. The creatures refused to die easily, their bodies riddled with bullet holes yet still pushing forward, their rotting hands reaching for him.

"Enough of this." Kruger growled.

His pistol clicked empty. Without hesitation, he threw it like a weapon, the steel cracking into the skull of the nearest Revenant, sending it stumbling back.

Then he dove forward.