Story 640: Crimson Fury

The night burned with the fires of war. Gunfire and explosions echoed through the ruins of the old refinery as General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger pushed forward, his muscles tense, his skin glistening with sweat and blood. His crimson beret sat firm on his head, a symbol of relentless power.

The undead forces of Colonel Adrian Wolfe swarmed the battlefield. Twisted and enhanced by Wolfe’s experimental virus, these were no ordinary zombies. They moved fast, fought harder, and felt no pain. But Kruger didn’t hesitate—he never did.

A snarling Revenant lunged at him. Kruger sidestepped, driving his blade deep into its gut before tearing upward, splitting it in half. Another beast charged, its jagged claws aiming for his throat. He ducked low, spinning with a brutal elbow strike that shattered its jaw, then drove his combat knife into the base of its skull.

Behind him, Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook roared into his radio.