Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 660: Story : 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?"

Kruger smirked, wiping blood from his lip. "Weak?" He flexed his fingers around the combat knife, its edge gleaming under the dim lights. "Let me show you what weak really looks like."

With a burst of speed, Kruger charged.

Petrov raised his pistol, but Kruger batted it aside, the shot firing wild into the ceiling. In the same motion, Kruger's knife plunged forward, aiming for Petrov's ribs.

But the Colonel was fast. He twisted, deflecting the blade with his forearm, then slammed his knee into Kruger's gut.

Pain flared, but Kruger absorbed it, using the momentum to spin—his elbow smashing into Petrov's jaw.

The Colonel staggered back, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. He grinned. "That's more like it."

Kruger didn't reply. Words were for men who hadn't already decided to kill each other.