Story 679: Blood Oath

The dim bunker lights flickered, casting eerie shadows along the rusted corridors. A trail of blood led deeper into the underground labyrinth—Eva’s blood.

General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger wiped the remnants of the bio-weapon toxin from his mouth, his expression unreadable. The chemical had burned, gnawed at his insides, but in the end… it wasn’t enough. His body had adjusted, metabolizing the foreign agent.

Now, he was hungry for retribution.

He ran his gloved fingers across his combat knife, its serrated edge gleaming under the bunker’s dim glow. The blade had seen countless battles, spilled blood from both the living and the undead alike. And now, it craved Eva Morales.

Kruger moved with measured steps, his boots echoing through the halls. His breath was steady, his heartbeat calm. The hunt was never about rage—it was about control.

And Eva? She was bleeding out.

Elsewhere in the Bunker…