Story 662: Bloodfang’s Hunt

The ruins of Black Hollow Outpost loomed in the moonlight, their once-proud steel beams now corroded, draped in decay and death. The silence was broken only by the slow, guttural moans of the undead as they wandered aimlessly, their milky eyes searching for prey.

General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger stood at the edge of a shattered catwalk, the crimson beret on his head barely shifting as the cold wind howled through the wreckage. His gloved fingers tightened around the combat knife in his hand, the bloodied steel gleaming under the faint flicker of distant fires.

He had hunted men before. Traitors, cowards, those who dared to defy his reign. But this was different. This was personal.

A rogue faction of ex-military survivors had dared to sabotage his latest convoy, seizing valuable bioweapons meant for his necrotic legions. Their foolish defiance would be punished.