Story 661: Echoes of the Past

The air inside the bunker was thick with the stench of death and damp steel. General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger stood motionless, his blade still wet with Colonel Petrov’s blood. Yet, his eyes were fixed on the darkness beyond the corridor, where the growls were growing louder.

The undead were coming.

Kruger clenched his fists. Not again. This bunker wasn’t just a battlefield; it was a relic of the past. A past he thought buried.

The echoes of boots striking metal filled the air as his soldiers, both human and reanimated, formed up behind him. Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook emerged from the shadows, dragging a bloodied axe behind him. His eyes burned with feral hunger.

"Orders, sir?" Rook grinned, his teeth glistening with fresh gore.

Kruger didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped over Petrov’s lifeless corpse and peered deeper into the corridor. The growls turned into snarls, then into inhuman screeches.

They weren’t normal undead.