Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 671 - Story 671 Blood and Rebirth

671: Story 671: Blood and Rebirth

671: Story 671: Blood and Rebirth

The air around General Viktor “Bloodfang” Kruger crackled with an unseen force, waves of heat distorting his silhouette as he stepped forward from the ruin.

His once-pristine uniform hung in scorched tatters, his tactical vest barely intact.

But the most terrifying change wasn’t the destruction left in his wake—it was the new power radiating from within him.

Sergeant Darius “Hellhound” Rook fought the instinct to step back, but he could feel it—the unnatural energy pulsating from Kruger’s body.

The undead soldiers at his side twitched, their decayed bodies reacting to something primal, something beyond their programming.

Kruger’s eyes, once cold and calculating, now glowed with a deep crimson hue.

“Status report,” he commanded, his voice a raw snarl.

Rook hesitated, choosing his words carefully.

“The explosion was heavier than expected.

Morales escaped.

We have scouts tracking her movements.”

Kruger exhaled slowly, his breath a mixture of smoke and something else—an unnatural vapor, dark and thick.

His regenerative abilities had amplified, but at a cost.

He could feel something growing inside him, something beyond human.

“Find her,” Kruger ordered, his tone razor-sharp.

“And bring me anyone who aided her.”

The undead enforcers, now more sensitive to his presence, dropped to one knee, their bodies twitching under his influence.

Even Rook felt the pressure of Kruger’s will—a force stronger than before.

Kruger flexed his fingers.

His nails had sharpened.

His muscle fibers had tightened.

The explosion had forced his evolution.

He smirked.

“Perhaps I should thank her,” he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile – Underground Bunker

Eva “Black Widow” Morales gritted her teeth as a medic stitched her wounded arm.

She had failed.

“You’re lucky you got out when you did,” the radio operator muttered, scanning live drone feeds of Ground Zero.

“Kruger should be dead after that blast.”

Eva didn’t respond.

She knew better.

The monster she had spent years trying to kill wasn’t the type to fall so easily.

A new image flickered onto the screen.

Kruger, alive.

Standing.

Commanding.

And worse—changed.

“No…” The blood drained from her face.

“He’s—he’s different.”

The operator’s hands trembled as he zoomed in on the feed.

“What the hell is he becoming?”

Eva swallowed hard.

She had detonated the most potent explosive they had, designed to tear through steel and flesh alike.

Yet Kruger had survived.

Her grip on her combat knife tightened.

“We need to move.

Now.”

The radio crackled.

“Incoming transmission—open frequency.

Kruger is broadcasting.”

A voice, deep and brimming with menace, filled the bunker.

“To those who think they can kill me—your efforts are meaningless.

You have merely forged my rebirth.”

Silence filled the room.

Then, a chilling final message.

“And now…

I am coming for you.”