Story 660: Old Blood, New War

Snow drifted in thick sheets, carried by the howling wind as General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger pressed his back against the cold steel wall of the abandoned bunker. His shoulder throbbed, blood seeping through his uniform. The gunshot wound was nothing—a mere scratch compared to what he had endured before.

But Colonel Petrov was different. He wasn’t some mindless ghoul or a desperate survivor. He was a trained killer, a ghost from Kruger’s past, and now, he was standing between Kruger and total domination.

The general exhaled sharply, his breath turning to frost. One shot. One mistake. That was all it took for the battlefield to shift. Kruger never made the same mistake twice.

Petrov’s heavy boots echoed down the corridor. “Still standing, General?” His voice was calm, but the tension in the air was electric. “I expected more from the great ‘Bloodfang.’ Or has ruling the dead made you weak?”