Story 677: Blood Pact

The wind howled through the skeletal remains of Sector 9, carrying the scent of decay and ruin. General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger stood at the threshold of an abandoned military bunker, his crimson beret slightly tilted, casting a shadow over his piercing gaze. His right arm—no longer just flesh and bone—throbbed with dark energy, its grotesque, mutated form pulsating as if alive. The infection was no longer something he controlled; it had become an extension of his rage.

Behind him, a squad of undead enforcers knelt in eerie obedience. Their rotting bodies twitched, their glowing eyes locked onto their commander, awaiting orders.

Kruger’s lips curled into a snarl.

This war was evolving.

And so was he.

Meanwhile…

Deep within the bunker, Eva "Black Widow" Morales crouched behind a rusted supply crate, pressing her back against the cold steel. Her breath was steady, but her pulse raced. She could hear the monstrous footfalls approaching—Kruger's footfalls.