Story 641: The Descent

The cold, metallic air of the underground bunker was thick with the scent of decay and oil. General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger moved through the dimly lit corridors, his boots echoing against the steel-plated floor. His knife was already slick with undead filth, and his sidearm remained drawn—ready for whatever lurked ahead.

The last battle had been a massacre, but Colonel Wolfe’s forces were not entirely gone. Some of his undead remained buried beneath the ruins, twitching in the darkness, waiting to strike.

Kruger exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on the hilt of his blade. He was never one to retreat, never one to hesitate. He was going deeper, into the heart of the enemy’s research facility, where Wolfe had conducted his experiments.

The walls were riddled with bullet holes and deep claw marks. The remnants of failed creations and desperate last stands.

His radio crackled.